A Twist Of A Vampire’s Fate XXII

The Scent Of Reminisce
VASILE TABARCA’S RESIDENCE
Sighisoara, Romania

Vacome closed the door to his brother’s residence. He pocketed his key and looked around. He walked into the Day Room. He sensed someone behind his presence. He turned to face his assumption.
Valan had his arms folded across his chest.

“Hey, what’s up man?”
“You tell me. You waltz into your brother’s home.” Valan inhaled the air on a long draw. “Smelling like Fairy’s Blood.”

Shit, Vacome thought.

“Not this time, I was with a woman name Mimi last night; she is a friend of, what’s that woman’s name…oh yeah, Naynina.”
“I would buy that lie from you once you convince yourself.”
“Is Vasile around?”
“No, but he will be, and if I was you big bro, I would go and soak my ass in some garlic.”
“Man fuck you.”
“For that piece of Fairy Blood, you fucked behind your brother’s back. Not ramming after you or him.”

If only you knew the properties behind that charging blood. A hunger, you can never quite get prefilled from. A hunger that brings you back to the throne of needing.

“Just make sure that hunger for that commodity does not bring shame or war within this clan. Dracon is already a throne in our side.”

Too fucking late Vacome thought. Already have fallen.

“Later man.”

Valan turned and dashed out the Day Room.
Vacome turned and rushed over to the door. He opened it and bumped into Vasile’s present.

“Damn man.”

Vacome backed up.
Vasile entered his residence and pushed the door close.
Valan flashed into the Entrance Hall.

“Man, this is the scent I was telling you about. Known to drive the virgins wild with desire.”

Valan threw the opened bottle over in Vacome’s direction.

The liquid contents washed over Vacome’s Armani suit jacket and splashed down Vasile’s pants onto his pair of Stacy Adams shoes.

“Damn man, you could never had been a baseball player,” Vasile angrily stated.
“Dammit Valan, I’ll catch you two later. Oh, you will be paying for my dry cleaning bill for this tailor-made suit.”

Vacome flashed around Vasile over to the door. He looked back at Valan. He gave his brother a balled fist of thanks.
Vacome opened the door, walked out Vasile’s residence, and pulled the door close.

“On top of his suit, make sure you replace my suit and my shoes. And that scent is nothing I would brag about, the shit stinks bro.”

Exactly Valan thought.

Valan turned and walked back into the kitchen.
Vasile moved to the grand stairwell. He quickly mounted up the carpeted steps.

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