Dusk covered the skies of the large city of Atlanta as the city continued to buzz and boil with individuals expanding themselves around the streets. People running and shouting, screaming and laughing from bar to bar, inviting a wild atmosphere that lures the darkest creatures out of the hiding spots. Some more than others….
 
[I]Snoooooorrrrrreeeeeeee, Snore snore… Snooooorrrrreeeee…..[/I] A loud echo of snoring shook the wooden walls of a bedroom. A selection of large manors lived on the outskirts of Chicago in the rich district. Curtains pulled covering all the windows, kept out the last bit of sunlight before it disappeared behind the horizon. Cars began to emerge from the surrounding manors and drive down the street heading towards one of the manors closest to the city. The snoring filled manor received a rapid knock on the main door before it was pushed open. “JACK!!” A male’s voice shouted inward as the heavy door shut behind him. [I]Thump thump thump[/I] the yelling male followed the echoes of snores to a large oak door that softened the snore. The young looking blonde smirked and disappeared deeper into the house before returning to the door and pushing it open. 
 
A large bedroom appeared in front of the young man, old looking furniture and lush looking tapestry. As one of the biggest manors on the block, the place was filled with elegance beyond it’s time and everything looked as though it was in perfect condition. A body rolled under thick sheets in the darkness of the room. Snoring echoed and a head with spiky crazy black hair appeared from under the covers against the midnight blue pillow. The blonde smirked as he arrived at the head and dumped a glass of water onto the face of his snoring friend.
 
Springing awake in surprise, the long limbs of the six foot two black haired man began to flail wildly about before he found the edge of the King bed opposite his friend and landed upon the hardwood floor with a loud thump, which was followed by another loud sound; laughter from the blonde. "Get up Jack, I swear you could sleep all day and night."
 
"I could..." A grumble came from the other side of the bed as the black haired man rose up before climbing to his feet. Running his hands along his hairy face he let out an annoyed sigh and dropped his arms to his side in his t-shirt and sweat pants. "If someone wouldn't break into my house and dump a glass of ice cold water on my face."
 
Had the blonde not found the dresser close by, he probably would have collapsed onto the floor in laughter. Best friend since they were born, Jack and James were true friends and out of everyone, while Jack can count on the blonde to dump water on his head and break into the house; he can also count on James to have his back. But the reason the blonde was laughing so hard is because with the water weighing down Jack's crazy bed head to more of a professional sleek look, something no one ever saw him with. "You look professional like that, it's hilarious." The idea of Jack Honeywell being professional is the simple dream of a mad man, that man being Jack's father who is the head of the vampire clan in Chicago. Jack's father had high hopes for his own son, that he would find himself a lovely vampire bride and take a job seriously enough to inherit the chair of the head of the vampire council but that... That really wasn't Jack's style.
 
"Professional..." The sleep young man repeated with a yawn, "that's rich." Shaking his head, the water flew out of his hair and it went back to its crazy bed-head look. "What do you want? It's only nine thirty. The sun just went down."
 
A large smile moved across James' face as he finally caught his breathe. "Ricky's throwing a party and there are going to be a bunch of humans there. You haven't had a fresh human in a while. Don't you miss sucking it out of them instead of drinking from a glass?"
 
Laughing, Jack walked sleepily around his bed and pushed his friend out of the way to the dresser; he knew exactly where this was going. "I may not be professional but I'm classy enough to drink from a glass instead of the neck of an innocent person.” 

James rolled his eyes as he marched himself over to an over-sized fluffy chair and fell dramatically onto it. “You and I both know that’s a loud of hogwash. As long as you go a romantic route with it, it feels nothing more than a hickey to them because they’re blinded by the thought of ‘love’.” His hands rose up in the air quotes as he said the word love before allowing his limbs to fall to the sides of the chair hanging freely. “Besides, you need to start making more social appearances, you know this.” A smirk moved across James’ thin lips.

That stopped Jack in his digging for clothes, the blue eyes of the young man turned until they landed on his friend. The sleepiness seemed to disappear at the word social experiences. He hated how much sense his true friend spoke. A small smile moved across Jack’s face as he nodded. “Give me ten minutes.”

The ten minutes was all Jack needed before he bounded down the stairs and locked the door behind him. Jumping into his red hot rod, he kicked it into drive and followed his friend down a couple roads to the house of one of their group mates. Music shaking the windows of the manor, Jack let out a laugh as he pulled the convertible into a spare parking spot and turned off the vehicle. His old 1967 Mustang convertible stood out surrounded by the rich kids’ expensive 2012+ cars but he didn’t care. No one in their right mind would mess with something that belonged to him. Even though he was very laid back, slightly awkward and humor driven young man; he was very powerful individual and this, this could be a very fun party!
 
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