lower lip. “I don’t think so though.”
After a few minutes of racking her brain, she decides to just leave. It wasn’t doing her , or Dylan, any good being here so distracted.
6
Michael lies down on the ground underneath the shade of the massive old Live Oak tree in the Greenacres Cemetery. As morbid as it may seem to a normal person to find a cemetery soothing, in a bustling city like Wilmington, it is the quietest place they could find to relax in the warm sunshine on lazy days like today.
He puts his hands behind his head and closes his eyes, “Man, this is the life.”
Alessandro looks down from his perch in the tree at Michael, who has bedded down on the ground and smiles at his pretentious friend. Slowly his smile fades and he stares back off at the horizon. The sun is getting closer to descending on the earth, causing the bright blue sky to turn to a darker shade as the afternoon comes to an end as evening approaches.
Alessandro and Michael grew up together; having met the day Michael was born when Alessandro was ten years old. Their fathers were best friends and worked together as well.
Michael and his parents have always been close to Alessandro’s family and when Michael’s parents were killed when he was younger. Alessandro’s parents took him in and raised him. Michael has always been like his little brother, even now, although Michael is just as massive and almost as strong as Alessandro. Put them side by side and from the head down they are identical with an almost seven feet in height and muscles bursting through their clothes. There are a completely story. Alessandro is all dark with olive skin, almost black hair and almond eyes. Where as Michael has a fair skin tone, with sandy blond hair and blue eyes.
Losing his parents was very hard on Michael and it took him to a dark place for a while. He came very close to turning down the wrong path and let their dark side win over. It’s a curse of their fate any of them could fall prey to if they push past their boundaries. Had it not been for Alessandro and his family, he may have turned out very differently.
Alessandro knows Michael is right. They have been blessed to have the life they live. Alessandro’s fate was sealed at birth, being considered a warrior prince amongst his people, and most of the time he embraces it well past any restrictions, but sometimes on long lonely nights when the human world is at peace, he finds himself wandering around restlessly , feeling as if there is something missing. It’s a brief and short lived awareness of emptiness, but no matter what he does, he can’t seem to fill the void in those moments.
“Oh yeah, what’s so great about it?” Alessandro finally asks .
“Oh man, everything. Look around. Do you realize that we could be a mundane human living a mundane life? Just picture it. Right now you would be on your way home from your lame ass boring job, to a house you probably can’t even afford, to a bitchy wife and whining kids. Instead, you are sitting up in this tree, very much like a metaphor for your life; high above the norm of life, while I lay my lazy ass right here. We have a job that lets us do this and I, for one, embrace it.”
He and Michael are a part of an elite organization called Protectors and it is a Protector ’s job to watch over mankind, keeping them safe from the filth and pests who try so hard to wreak havoc on society. It’s not only their job but also their sole purpose in life.
“Yeah, I guess.” Alessandro pauses . “What do you think would happen if humans knew about the Rogues, or us, for that matter?”
Still unconcerned , Michael answers, “I think it would be detrimental for everyone. How does a human adjust to life and go about their days like normal knowing there are real live blood
After a few minutes of racking her brain, she decides to just leave. It wasn’t doing her , or Dylan, any good being here so distracted.
6
Michael lies down on the ground underneath the shade of the massive old Live Oak tree in the Greenacres Cemetery. As morbid as it may seem to a normal person to find a cemetery soothing, in a bustling city like Wilmington, it is the quietest place they could find to relax in the warm sunshine on lazy days like today.
He puts his hands behind his head and closes his eyes, “Man, this is the life.”
Alessandro looks down from his perch in the tree at Michael, who has bedded down on the ground and smiles at his pretentious friend. Slowly his smile fades and he stares back off at the horizon. The sun is getting closer to descending on the earth, causing the bright blue sky to turn to a darker shade as the afternoon comes to an end as evening approaches.
Alessandro and Michael grew up together; having met the day Michael was born when Alessandro was ten years old. Their fathers were best friends and worked together as well.
Michael and his parents have always been close to Alessandro’s family and when Michael’s parents were killed when he was younger. Alessandro’s parents took him in and raised him. Michael has always been like his little brother, even now, although Michael is just as massive and almost as strong as Alessandro. Put them side by side and from the head down they are identical with an almost seven feet in height and muscles bursting through their clothes. There are a completely story. Alessandro is all dark with olive skin, almost black hair and almond eyes. Where as Michael has a fair skin tone, with sandy blond hair and blue eyes.
Losing his parents was very hard on Michael and it took him to a dark place for a while. He came very close to turning down the wrong path and let their dark side win over. It’s a curse of their fate any of them could fall prey to if they push past their boundaries. Had it not been for Alessandro and his family, he may have turned out very differently.
Alessandro knows Michael is right. They have been blessed to have the life they live. Alessandro’s fate was sealed at birth, being considered a warrior prince amongst his people, and most of the time he embraces it well past any restrictions, but sometimes on long lonely nights when the human world is at peace, he finds himself wandering around restlessly , feeling as if there is something missing. It’s a brief and short lived awareness of emptiness, but no matter what he does, he can’t seem to fill the void in those moments.
“Oh yeah, what’s so great about it?” Alessandro finally asks .
“Oh man, everything. Look around. Do you realize that we could be a mundane human living a mundane life? Just picture it. Right now you would be on your way home from your lame ass boring job, to a house you probably can’t even afford, to a bitchy wife and whining kids. Instead, you are sitting up in this tree, very much like a metaphor for your life; high above the norm of life, while I lay my lazy ass right here. We have a job that lets us do this and I, for one, embrace it.”
He and Michael are a part of an elite organization called Protectors and it is a Protector ’s job to watch over mankind, keeping them safe from the filth and pests who try so hard to wreak havoc on society. It’s not only their job but also their sole purpose in life.
“Yeah, I guess.” Alessandro pauses . “What do you think would happen if humans knew about the Rogues, or us, for that matter?”
Still unconcerned , Michael answers, “I think it would be detrimental for everyone. How does a human adjust to life and go about their days like normal knowing there are real live blood
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