Spying

On his way back to NightWolf tavern, he was unaware of the vampire spying behind the treeline. His mind was too exhausted, his senses numb. It was impossible to detect anyone. He was in a terrible predicament. He knew Christian had to be awakened, but he feared most of all that it could drive him insane. He cringed, his brother had been insane. He didn't want that to happen again. He would protect him at all costs. For the time being, he would keep his secret brother tucked away. He could not trust Vincente to discover anything. He enters then and peeks about the room. The hearth was lit and a few lights were on. Perhaps his wild nephew was home. "Vince?" He calls out then, his ears perked back. A few minutes pass before a reply echoed back to him. "What?!!!" Don rolls his eyes and walks to the bar, stepping around and grabbing a bottle of scotch. "Oh my god, it's a miracle, the leader is home," He shouted then with a hint of disdain. Loud stomps can be heard then upstairs, a few moments later Vince bounds down the stairs. His crimson orbs find his uncle at the bar. "Shut up old man," He says as he strolls to an empty barstool, loudly sitting down. He wore black leather pants with a mesh shirt, his pierced nipples exposed. He grins sardonically then toward Don. His uncle had been staring rather blatantly toward him and upon realizing this, Don blushes fiercly before opening his scotch. "Dear Uncle, may I have something to drink?" Vince's tone was deep with a hint of fake innocence. He was a bastard in toying with others. "Here," Don grabbed a bottle of bloodwyne and quickly set it in front of his nephew. Vince smiles pleasantly, enjoying his uncle's obedience. He dug a claw into the top and tore away the cork, then downing nearly half of the bottle.

Don grabbed himself a glass and poured the scotch, filling it to the brim. He lifted it to his lips and slowly sipped, enjoying the harsh alcohol. It began to anchor him, he was starting to feel like he had a hold on himself. Vince stood up and leaned over the bar counter, with a hand below searching for something. He found his box there on the shelf and lifted it onto the counter. Taking his seat again he lifts the lid off and began the tedious work of rolling a 'candy joint'. He smirked then, remembering learning that from his father. Other memories began to form then, like ghosts dancing in mist. He wasn't one of emotions or anything with sentimental value. He hadn't even thought of his father in quite some time. Don watched his nephew then as he began to roll a joint. He smiled then, sharing a similar memory of his beloved twin.

A long time passes before either of them say anything. Vince finally finishes the joint and lights it with his lighter, inhaling sharp and deep, his eyes burning. He offers it to his uncle and he accepts, slowly puffing on the sweet and bitter joint. "Mmmmm," He murmurs as he hands it back to his nephew. Vince takes another hit, his features without any hint of emotion. "I miss my father," He said aloud then, lifting his crimson orbs to Don. His uncle sighs slowly then, nodding his head. He was taken aback by his nephew's sudden declaration. "I miss him too," He replied quietly, taking the joint and puffing slow. He felt the effects and he smiled with ectasy. It felt so good, it was a relief. Vince sat there quietly. "I should have been a better son..." He said before his voice broke. He began to sob, his shoulders shaking. He lifted a clawed hand to cover his face. Don blinked and looked wide eyed at his nephew. Tears! My god, he is crying! It took him a moment before he recovered from the shock. "Vincente! Don't you say that....you were your father's pride and joy. Countless times he would say that to me, he was proud of you..." He swallowed more of his scotch, quickly downing the rest. My god, could things get more hysterical than this?

Vince lunged from his stool, knocking it over in the process. He began to run away from the bar toward the door, changing to wolf form he wildly jumped through a stained glass window, landing on his paws and bounding blindly into the forest. Don watched with wide eyed horror, having no reaction. His head reeled, his found the joint still lit and took several long drags before sipping his scotch. "I need you brother," He said to himself, collapsing onto his arms upon the counter, sobbing pathetically into them.