The Exiled Vampire Prince

“I highly doubt it. I don’t usually associate myself with my prey, however, things have… changed in these past few days.” He grinned smugly, and looked up and down to survey the other’s appearance. “Don’t people usually play baseball with… I don’t know, a ball?”

“You could say I was playing baseball, but the ball is-” he suddenly turned around, smashing his baseball bat against a zombie’s head knocking him down, he continued bashing it until he was sure he wouldn’t move, “-zombie’s heads” he finished off his sentence.

"...Ah." He raised a brow, looking at the other and then down to the dead zombie, and back up to the other once more. "Never thought I'd see the day when one of those things actually existed... What's your name, kid?"

"I highly doubt it. I don't usually associate myself with my prey, however, things have... changed in these past few days." He grinned smugly, and looked up and down to survey the other's appearance. "Don't people usually play baseball with... I don't know, a ball?"

-He shakes his head- Whatever…it’s fine. Really….I-I kinda do it sometimes too, when I’m alone and shit….not a lot though. Um.. sometimes I feel that way too, tired and sick of shit…. happened more before though. I guess if you do feel that way…it’s ok. Not gonna tell you some sappy shit like you should cheer up or it’ll get better, cause you got every right to hurt right now.

*Nods slowly* Good... Because I might've punched you in the face if you even tried to tell me that bullshit. *Snickers a little and sighs again* But you know what? I was wrong about you, when I used to think of you as just this insecure punk with a stuttering problem. *Looks at him* I ain't usually one to compliment anyone, but you're one of the strongest people that I have ever met. Stupid, but strong. 

………I….I’m sorry.-His eyes widen and he backs away for a moment, then holds on to Gilbert’s sleeve-  I-I dunno, maybe. I don’t like to give up on shit myself….but, I guess sometimes it happens. Sometimes shit happens and even though it hurts can’t do a lot about it. Life’s shit like that sometimes…stupid and real fucked up…though not all the time, sometimes it’s ok. If this was about you..then maybe that’s better. -Shrugs, still holding on to the sleeve-

*He swallows a struggled sob and quickly wipes his face with the other sleeve* Heh, now look at me. Being a hypocrite as ever. "Real men don't cry"... What a joke. And I'm the punchline. *Lets out a deep sigh* It's almost unbelievable, how I used to have so much confidence. How arrogant I could be. And about what? I had nothing, nothing at all. Sure, I gained something, but it was quickly lost. Now, I just... I just want to rest. I'm so tired, of everything. 

……Why the hell would he think I was dead? Either way I’d just walk up right to him and prove I’m not, and yeah thinking about him would hurt and make me feel like I was falling apart. Still, I don’t think I’d black out if I saw him….maybe…um..cry and yell and bit and some other shit though.

Well you can't! It's too fucking late, so don't even try to get out of your goddamn misery and magically fix things! *Snarls, baring his fangs, and not realizing the tears rolling down his cheeks* You can't, because the world doesn't work like that. Life doesn't work like that. H-he's moved on, he has problems of his own, and s-so you're better off pretending that nothing ever happened.