Author’s Note: This story involves course language; reference to drugs; alcohol, suicide, violence, and intimacy (Male/Male intimacy, and Female/Female intimacy too) and even incest. So, if you’re uncomfortable with any of this, please, please don’t continue forward.

But if you do choose to continue forward, please enjoy!

The Concept of Love
By Kyle’s Precious Little Girl

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Chapter 1: The Overwhelming Power of Dracula

Rowan:

I love Blake; I really do, though sometimes I get the feeling that he doesn’t love me back. I shouldn’t be so selfish, I know, because he’s my brother and he doesn’t have to love me like a brother, because he’s completely entitled to hating me. But still, it would be nice to receive some form of affection. A smile would do for Christ sake!

Blake’s older - by two minutes - smarter and more mature. He’s tall, and slender, and he’s got nice muscles, and he’s drop dead sexy - and before you get the wrong idea, no, I do not love my brother in that way. I love him in a brotherly way. His hair is black and blonde and kind of long and totally gorgeous. His deep green eyes make even me melt, and I have a boyfriend!

But the problem is that he’s so…so…reclusive. He hardly laughs, though granted, he does smile. I think he favours the smirk, or the snicker, or just the plain old amused smile. He never grins. Like…never.

He’s gay, like me. We’re not accepted much at school, but we have a reputation, and the others know not to mess with us.

What’s wrong with my brother?! We must be completely opposite. He’s so dark (so am I, but it’s not the same) and withdrawn and hardly talks much. His clothes are tight and dark and I’m so con-fucking-fused! Wait, so are mine. Fuck. In which case, we’re different personality wise.

We used to be so alike when we were little! No one could tell us apart! But now? Yes, we still do look the same, but we hardly ever spend time together, or simply…talk. When was the last time we sat together and talked about boys? Or about girls even? When was the last time we talked about Mom, or dad? When was the last time we cried together, sobbing about how much we missed our parents?

I miss all of those things, but I hardly think anything I say is going to change him. I’ve got to get him a man. But no one is good enough for Blake! Blake is too…picky!

Damn, this is frustrating! I need a break. I’m hurting my brain here.

Sighing, I open up one of the cupboard doors in my desperate search for food, finding absolutely zilch. God dammit!

“Blake! Where’d all the food go?!” I yell at the top of my lungs up the stairs, where I presume Blake is hiding out in his room.

Silence.

That prick!

“Blake! Don’t make me come up there you piece of shit!” See, don’t I just love my brother to bits?

I hear some groaning, then some grumbling. I glance up in the direction of the ceiling as quickened steps catch my attention. A door slams and I mentally curse. Blake’s in a bad mood! Run for the hills!

I can almost see the war zone before my very eyes. The soldiers are scattering around huge, towering buildings as the outsized, heavy footsteps of a giant, really pissed off looking Godzilla thunders and rampages through the large city of New York. The only difference is that this version of Godzilla is damn sexy; I seem to be the only soldier in the immediate vicinity (a stupid soldier at that because I still have scrambled away from Godzilla) and we’re not in New York; we’re in our house.

Blake and I live alone, and the only reason we live anywhere at all is thanks to our Aunty Rose, who pays for almost everything. Of course, we plan to pay her back for the house payments and food and stuff, like good little nephews, but I can’t really see that happening anytime in the near future.

“Rowan, what is it? I was trying to study,” he says expressionlessly, his deep green eyes boring angry holes into my clothes, undressing me. Damn, I must be really horny today!

“There’s no food,” I state simply. He remained leaning against the wall, not fully down the stairs yet, his face emotionless and eyes indifferent.

“And I care because…?”

I pout cutely, because I know he has a soft spot for that. He might be distant and a little bit of a pain at times…scratch that, most of the time. But he’s still my brother, my twin, and I know deep, deep, deep down he loves me to death. He’s like an overprotective mother hen. The only reason Adrian, my boyfriend, is even allowed to date me is because he’s been my best friend since before the ‘accident’ and I can trust him without doubt, and most of all, Blake can trust him to take care of me.

A small amused smile appears on my brother’s face and suddenly I’m smothered in his brotherly warmth. His arms circle my shoulders, drawing me closer to him, then kissing the top of my head and resting his chin on my black hair.

I suppose that makes me sexy too, doesn’t it? Because we’re twins, and if Blake is damn sexy, then I suppose I am too. That’s logical, right? Good. Just checking.

“Go get food, you twit,” he whispers into my ear, making me shiver delightfully. The tease!

“You’re a tease. You’re gonna pay for that.”

I felt the smile against my hair.

“What are you gonna do, Rowan? Suck my blood?”

I looked up at him and grinned. I was well known for my vampire traits and my blood lust. It’s like ecstasy to me. And biting. Oh, how I love biting. Especially around the neck. I suppose that’s why I get the name ‘Dracula’. Not to mention I do kind of resemble a vampire. Blake would too, if it weren’t for his blonde highlights. And it wouldn’t hurt for him to put on some make up either. I wear make up, and Adrian says it makes me look even more like Dracula than Dracula does. All I’m missing are the wings, the ability to transform into a bat, and my fangs, of course.

“Suck your blood huh? I might just…” I grinned and took a nibble at a random spot on Blake’s neck, near his collarbone.

“Rowan,” his voice was stern, but I could tell that he was struggling to suppress the smile. “Enough.”

I looked up at him with the best pout I think I’ve ever concocted, my eyes wide and innocent. He couldn’t even stifle his disgust.

“I can’t believe you, Rowan. Trying to suck up to me.”

His words did nothing to end my pouting and wide-eyed façade though. I continued until he absolutely couldn’t bear it any longer and caved in. Yes! I grinned and gently pressed my lips to his for one sweet, delicate moment, then pulled away and skipped merrily down the hall.

His expression was peaceful, then bemused, then disbelieving.

“I can’t believe you. You give me that disgusting face, which I have to struggle to keep from gagging at, and all I get is a peck on the lips! I should deserve a make out at least for enduring that kind of torture.”

I just continued grinning at him, watching as he shakes his head and walks up to me. He pulls me along by the arm, dragging me to the door.

“C’mon. You’re the one that wants food, so let’s go shopping. It’s a beautiful day outside, so we can walk.” Blake opens the door to reveal exactly what he said, sunshine and rainbows.

I grimace and shake my head. “It’s ok. I’m not that hungry anyway.”

He raises a dark eyebrow and gives me a look that clearly says ‘Rowan, the sunlight won’t kill you, so move your cute ass’.

“The sun burns my skin you know, Blare! What would people think! A vampire out in the sun! I could die! You honestly wouldn’t risk it, would you?”

“Rowan, don’t be stupid. Sun is good for you. You don’t have to pretend to be a vampire 24/7. Isn’t school enough of a time to play pretend?”

I grimace. He was so mean! “But Bllaaaake,” I whine. He throws me a glare that shuts me up immediately, and closes the door behind us. We’re currently shaded by a few trees, which I am totally grateful for.

Blake leads me down the path, and then I remember that the route to the shops is practically all shaded by trees. Yes! Okay, I can deal with this, I suppose.

You must think I’m being stupid, being afraid of the sun and all, right? Well, yeah, I am. But I think it makes me cute, and kinda mysterious. I grin at the thought. I’m not much of a mysterious guy, not like Blake. But hey! Who cares? I can dream, can’t I?

Eh.

Right.

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