The intro to a story I'm writing...tell me what you think of these brothers...
Jek
It had been a dark night. The Van-Drey family had been touched by a severe illness that was killing each of the members. It didn’t help that Jek’s brother, Kaj, had been acting especially strange, despite he was one of the few left with the ability to walk.
Jek, had been nineteen then, with his twentieth birthday fast approaching. His mother had died the night before.
He remembered her words, the look in her eyes as she tried to tell him something,
“Beware, him...” she had said, clutching his shirt, “your brother, he will…” the fever held her fast, drowning out her thoughts, before finally extinguishing her life. His older brother Kaj, wandered in shortly after. His skin was pale, from the sickness Jek guessed.
“Is mother dead?” He asked, all too casually.
“Yes.” Replied Jek with a slight frown, both at the loss of his mother and his brother’s strange tone; he had already adjusted himself to the idea of his mother’s death, so the pain was tolerable. He turned to face Kaj, and to his surprise his brother seemed to be holding back a smile, however he still had a smirk playing about his lips.
“That’s too bad, how sweet she was.” There was darkness in his eyes, but before Jek could question, he broke into a violent fit of coughing, blood covering his hand. Kaj’s eyes became inflamed and he approached his brother. “I want to give you something, dear brother.”
Jek looked up at him, noticing the inhuman color in his eyes, and the wicked smirk on his face. He backed away, looking at Kaj uneasily; his brother strode toward him. “You have fallen ill,” he began again; “I can cure you.”
Jek frowned, “Kaj, you’re talking crazy. Maybe you should get some water.”
Kaj chuckled, as if at some inward joke, and Jek began coughing again, fresh blood staining his palm as he pulled it away from his mouth. It was then Kaj flew at him, taking hold of his neck in his jaws, drinking his mortality away.
That was it. Jek awoke a day later a new born vampire; his brother, no where to be found. It would have been nice to think that he found his brother later, a romantic thought in the least that his brother would stick around to look after him, but no, no sign, no scent. Gone.
Two-hundred and twenty four years have passed since that night, and not one sign of his brother. Somehow he knows Kaj is still out there, somewhere. Sometimes he can even hear his brother’s thoughts, but they are never of him, only terrors of what he plans to do with his next victim, the result always the same.
Kaj
Hysterical laughter broke through the night as he awoke. The marks on his neck had faded, and he looked at his icy, dead hands. Eyes wide, crazed with manacle hysteria, as he pressed those hands against his face, laughing openly.
“Am I dead?” he asked with sarcasm to the night, he laughed again, “Is it true that I am now a vampire?” he tried to repress another chuckle. As he looked pleasantly around the night, he smiled, more laugher flowing out.
He spoke to the one who had changed him. The woman he had meant to marry, however now he found the idea much too ridiculous. “Felicia,” he called happily with the intent to kill, “darling why don’t you come here? Why didn’t you tell me this sooner? I would have believed you” he lied.
He could sense her, lurking, watching him knowing what she had done, the crime she had committed. His dark eyes flicked to her and he was against her before she knew it. “it seems I’m too fast for you, Felicia dear.” He said smiling down at her, her vampiric eyes wide with fear, she knew he would kill her. She had lied to him, and changed him, he would kill her.
He smiled warmly, a strange look in his eyes. His hands slipped around her waist in an iron grasp, and he pulled her pelvis violently to his. She let out a gasp. “Well my dear,” he said still smiling, “it seems your lies, are at an end.” With that, he bit her, draining her of her life, for even a vampire cam be killed if bitten twice. Her form faded to dust as he finished, and he let her remains drift away in the breeze. “Fare well darling.” He said with a smile, wiping his mouth with a thumb. He then wandered home. His mother was ill, she and his brother were the last of the Van-Drey family still alive, literally speaking.
Four nights later his mother died, and he found himself changing his beautiful little brother, Jek. He had intended to explain a bit more to his brother about his intentions; however the blood in his brother’s veins called him, tortured his senses until the deed was done.
He then thought it best to leave his brother, satisfied in knowing that his brother enjoyed his new life as a vampire. He has spent the last 224 years keeping a wide birth of his brother, always knowing his position, and always watching him for cities away, however knowing his brother was unaware.
Profiles on the brothers:
Name:Jek VanDrey
Gender: Male
Species:Vampire
Body Age: 19
Age: 243
Hair: reddish-blond
Eyes: Gold
Wears: Usually a white dress-shirt, casually relived of the top-most buttons, and black pants.
Weapon:None, he perferrs a quiet life with only his fangs and wit as protection.
Personality:He likes to seem mysterious. Unlike the rest of his kind, he enjoys being what he is, and is quite fun-loving, but he won’t let anyone else know that. When in public, he seems quiet, distant, menacing. Flaunting a wicked smile at all who look his way. He has no trouble with the sun, but has a certain preference for the night. When it comes to his victims, he enjoys those of female gender. Of course, what vampire would be complete without a healthy dose of lust? He likes to entice, and seduce his victims before “doing away with them”-so to speak.
Name:Kaj VanDrey
Gender: Male
Species:Vampire
Body Age: 23
Age: 247
Hair: Black
Eyes: Brown
Wears: He perfers the wear of someone from the nineteenth century. A strange costume complete with cloak, hat, and even a cane if he chooses.
Weapon:Besides his cane? Just kidding, like his brother, Jek, he does not carry any weapons besides his fangs and wit.
Personality: Dark and almost crazed. He’s creative, and if he chose, could be a talented writer or artist. In fact, he does paint in his spare time, and he has a lot of it. Usually his paintings are self portraits, or portraits of his mother, her face peaceful with death, or of random midnight scenes. He plays the piano like a master; his musical masterpieces can be heard on late nights, floating through the air.
He enjoys orchestra and such, and most of his female victims are singers, or dancers. His male victims are chosen at random; however usually fall under the rank of handsome. He has a thing for preserving beauty.
Whatcha think?
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