Worlds Apart

potassiumboron

potassiumboron

~I'm drinking coffee on a trampoline~
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If anyone back in the small town of Abbeville had to guess what Nico would end up doing, most would have happily guessed that the boy would make it big in the sports world. He had a natural talent (and a deep passion) for soccer, so many back in his hometown would have anticipated that the combination of raw talent and love for the sport would have seen him go far. If it didn't, they had no doubt that Nico would have achieved something great with his life. He had been top of all his classes at school, never falling below a B-grade.

Nobody would have guessed or anticipated that the popular, cheerful boy would end up brainwashed and indoctrinated, going as far as to murder his parents to show his allegiance and loyalty to a cult. The boy who had once fainted at the sight of his boyfriend's bloody nose had butchered his parents. If it wasn't for the neighbours' account of Nico running off with a group of masked people, nobody would have dared to believe that the gentle, mild-mannered Nico was behind such a horrendous, bloody and ultimately heartless crime.

Yet, he was, and no expense was spared for a good year trying to track him and the strange group down... only for the case to be dropped when there was very little to go on. Rather than waste time and resources on a cold case, the police inevitably prioritised the cases they could actually solve.

Had he been caught a week or even a month after the crime and imprisoned, there was every chance that Nico could have broken out of the cult's hold on him. Yet, he wasn't caught and, five years on, the indoctrination was all but solidified. He adopted their beliefs, firmly seeing them as brothers and sisters; a family he would happily kill for, as was often required of him. He fully fed into the leader's speeches and promises that they were all now family. He believed in him so much that he was ready to join the others in ending his humanity and becoming like the leader; a vampire. It was always the plan to the man to turn Nico, patiently waiting for his 22nd birthday to do so. Until then, Nico was left as the only human - not that it stopped him from joining in with the 'normal' family activities.

This was his family and he wasn't going to be left out of anything they got up to.

In five years, as his ex-boyfriend tried desperately to search for him, Nico had barely even thought about his old hometown and the friends there. He had severed the bond with it the moment he chose to leave with the 'family'. His old life was in the past and he had no intention of ever going back there to interact with the people from his past life. Hell, he had a new life now; a new life that had given him a new family and a new name. He wasn't Nico anymore, so why would he want to socialise with those who knew him as Nico? It didn't make any sense.

Little did he realise that Eros was closing in on him, having found the home deep in the forests of Tennessee and made the long drive to try and find his friend. Nobody came out too deep into the forest, so keeping guard of the home never struck any of the family as a concern. It was why Nico was currently laid out in a hammock outside of the home, his signature fox mask rested on his stomach as he tried to get some sleep. He loved the family, but sharing a room with one of his 'brothers wasn't that easy; the man kept him awake all night with stories. He didn't need sleep when he was a vampire, but Nico still did - and the others did tend to forget that.

He did jerk awake at the low rumbling of a car engine in the distance, his brows furrowed as he reached for the gun at his side just in case he needed to defend himself. Being the only human left made him the most vulnerable, inevitably, so he had had to learn to handle firearms. Once upon a time, Nico had hated them; now, he was quite happy to shoot anyone who posed a threat to him - or even against those who were perfectly innocent.
 
Eros had planned this out for months. For years he was left clueless, having no real leads. He was told he was crazy or dumb for being so dedicated to try and find Nico when everyone around him said he was dead. He heard of whispers of what could have happened, rumors of how Nico was torn to bits or tortured by deranged murderers. Unlike the others, he wasn't going to just sit back idly and do nothing. He was going to find Nico, whether that be in the flesh or scattered in some forest. Luckily, it seemed to be a mix of the two.

While it took years for him to finally get a lead, the whole thing came together neatly the minute he got just a speck of information. It took him serious digging, going back years, nearly two decades, to find the first sign of the very similar act. A family murdered, missing a child, along with some animal masks following the culprit. He simply followed that lead with the help of his friends who, while they didn't really look like the type of people who would ever trust the cops, were studying to become criminal investigators.

Hence the six and a half hour drive to Tennessee, thankful for being given some extra cash from his parents and the permission of his professors. He came up with some bullshit and they believed it, that's all he needed. He had good enough grades that a week tops of missing school wouldn't be the end of it. So, with his own arsenal of a shotgun and a bat, if need be, he was ready to get Nico back to reality.

Stepping out of the beat-up truck he borrowed from a neighbor to traverse the harsh woods, Eros couldn't help but snort. Sure, Nico did look significantly different from his cheery self but he was recognizable in a crowd to him. Loading his gun, he stepped out of the car slowly with it drawn. He had no intentions of shooting Nico, or at least not hard enough to kill him, but he had done his research and knew this cult wasn't one to fuck with alongside their supernatural powers, thanks to his attachment to the occult.

"... Put the gun down, Nico," he demanded flatly, his eyes locked on the other as he tried to hold back the urge to cry. Five years it took. Five years of thinking that his best friend and ex-lover could be dead yet, despite what everyone else said, here he was. "Put the gun down and let's have a normal talk, okay?"
 
The briefing was to shoot any stranger that approached the large home without hesitation. Strangers were outsiders, and outsiders simply weren't necessary. Nico had been told that constantly - anyone that wasn't part of the family were only necessary as tools, and they ought to be grateful that their deaths were going a long way to helping out the more superior people. Yet, Nico's gun remained clutched at his side, his eyes locked on the figure with a flicker of recognition and familiarity appearing in them. For a few seconds, he remained perfectly still, the only movement being the confused frown that appeared on his face. He didn't really know how to feel or what to do, the years of indoctrination suddenly challenged by the face of someone from his past that he faintly remembered caring deeply about.

Yet, it was the years of indoctrination that eventually won. The fact he was called Nico by the other helped make his mind up that, however familiar Eros was to him, he was just as irrelevant and inferior as every other outsider that dared to get in the family's way. With a strange calmness, he reached to place on his mask. It wasn't just to conceal an identity; it was important to wear it to get a sense of belonging. When he wore it, he knew that he belonged to the family, and that sense of belonging was all he needed to convince himself that what he was doing was right.

If it wasn't right, then why did it feel that way? He didn't feel regret, remorse or guilt, so he determined his actions were perfectly fine.

"My name isn't Nico, you shut the fuck up," he growled, glancing back at the house briefly when hearing a yell or two from within it, his smile widening in realisation that they had his back. He didn't like them being that protective, wanting to be as independent as they were, but he understood it.

They could take bullets without worry. One bullet, however, might kill Nico on the spot.

"You shouldn't have come here. They're gonna skin you alive. Put your gun down and you might survive a few more minutes. They won't take kindly to you threatening me."
 
"Your name is Nico Charmly and you aren't some strange... vampire," he calmly replied, using his ability to go completely emotionless to his advantage as he kept his gun held tight. Through a mate of his father's, he dared to shoot close to Nico's feet to prove he wasn't going to fuck around if needed. Stepping forward, Eros narrowed his eyes in the dark with a grimace. "I know you think this is okay, that... everything is fine, killing people. This isn't you, Nico. You're a disgustingly sweet sports fan, not some weird serial killer - and take the mask off," he demanded firmly. He was living a lie at the moment, acting strong and powerful... when in reality, he would rather be doing anything but.

"Oh, you're going to sick your monster 'family' on me, Nico? Is that what you would do to your boyfriend?" He confirmed, a pierced eyebrow raising as he took another step forward. Shooting a nervous glance to the house, he frowned when hearing the rustling of what he knew was said vampires getting ready to kill him. So, with the speed he managed to gain from working hard, he bound towards Nico to tackle him. If Nico wasn't going to believe him, he'd make up a story.

"You stay quiet and I... won't blow your brains out," he threatened in a whisper as he held the gun close to his side. It pained him to sound so violent, preferring to be more of a pacifist, but being anything but tough at the moment, he knew would lead to his demise. "I'm sure your 'family' wouldn't want that, huh? I've heard about your little leader, I know how much he means to you."
 
The gunshot did unnerve him momentarily, enough for him to lose his focus and get successfully tackled to the ground. He was no weakling; he had spent five solid years under the training of the family, and even before their influence on him, he had been quick and strong after plenty of years of soccer games and general fitness training. Yet, he was hardly expected to be on full alert when a bullet had been shot just to the side of him.

He would have angrily screamed out if it wasn't for the threat that followed, reluctantly falling silent as he glared up at the other. It didn't stop him squirming desperately in an attempt to find any means of escape, though the gun pressed against him also brought a stop to that. The constant mention of his former name and the insults about his family did make him growl again, his fists clenched at his sides.

"Boyfriend? You aren't shit to me. I'll gladly watch them drain you of your blood and dump your useless body in the lake-- maybe they'll feed it to the wolves? You're more useful in this world when you're dead, pig. Sooner you realise that, the better," he taunted with a visible grin from beneath his mask, his eyes wide in delight at the insults. He was told to be quiet, but he assumed that was simply indicating him not to yell out. It didn't mean he couldn't use the time to get beneath Eros' skin.

"Go on, blow my brains out. Shoot me. I dare you," he continued with a purr, his head tilted as he heard the footsteps of his family grow closer. "They're coming. What are 'ya gonna do, pig? You gonna shoot me?"
 
Once again, getting violent with Nico wasn't ideal. He wanted this to go smoothly, with being able to just talk peacefully. Instead, it led to Eros dealing a blow to Nico with the end of the gun, striking hard enough to knock the man out.

He was panicking, of course, once seeing the door of the old cabin begin to open. In response, he roughly tossed the other over his shoulder and ran to the truck, groaning at the unexpected weight. He figured being a cannibal wouldn't really make someone so heavy, he noted, glancing back to the house and the people hurrying out of it. Tossing Nico into the passenger side, he struggled to start the car, letting out a wheeze in anxiety once finally getting it to start.

"This is for your own good," he whispered, his face red to contrast his stereotypically pale complexion. "We'll figure this out together, get you deprogrammed and... live normally." With that, he started down the beaten path, desperate to be quicker than the vampires warily.
 
Before any of the other members of the family really had a chance to react, Eros had already made a successful exit with Nico knocked out in the passenger seat beside him. They wouldn't leave it at that, of course. Much like how Eros had spent years of his life dedicated to getting Nico back, the family were going to push everything else aside to return Nico to his rightful place around them. The leader had spent years trying to find the perfect replacement of his youngest brother, and only Nico fit that bill. He had grown fond of the boy, seen him as a genuine brother of his. Nobody would ever get away with taking a member of his family away like this.

Nico was helpless, however. He had no qualms about violently lashing out in an effort to make an escape, but the ropes he was bound with prevented any chance of that. If he had been turned (as he had asked for continuously for years), the ropes would be useless to hold him, but the leader was a stickler for accuracy, telling Nico he had to wait patiently until he was 22. Unfortunately, that was just a month away, which made the kidnap all the more irritating. Had it happened just a month later, he could have prevented the kidnap easily without breaking a sweat. Instead, he groggily awoke to the feeling of ropes around him and a pounding headache.

"Fuck-- Eros?" He groaned, squinting as he attempted to adjust to his surroundings, the first thing that he noticed being his friend at the wheel. In this disorientated state, he didn't immediately lash out at his friend. For the briefest of moments, it was like how everything used to be, with Nico confusedly asking why he was tied up like this.

Inevitably, that only lasted a few seconds, his confused, dazed state making way to anger and disgust.

"You fucking let me go, right this fucking second," he spat, squirming to try and loosen the ropes as best he could. "Fuck. Let me go, let me go right now! You're gonna be in a world of pain if you don't let me go right this second. Let me go, drive off and we can leave it at that. Don't be an idiot."
 
"What are you going to do?" He questioned rather coldly, glancing over at the bound Nico as he took a deep drawl of his cigarette as he continued down the nearly empty highway. "You aren't going to get out of those ropes easily, Nico, so just stop trying. I'm not going to hurt you, why would I? I've gone through years of research to get you back," he murmured before chuckling, though his eyes softened at the mention of his name.

"So... what the fuck?" He decided to ask after a moment of pause. "What the fuck is up with all of this? You're just going on and killing people willy-nilly? Why did you do that to your parents, Nico? Ugh - look, I don't want to overstimulate you. I'm getting McDonald's," he declared after his quiet babbling, slowing down a bit once approaching the 24 hour drive thru.

"... do you want anything, or do you just eat human flesh these days?" He questioned, his tone serious as he took another deep inhale of the cigarettes. "We've got a long trip ahead of us. Why the fuck did your little cult decide to move to Tennessee of all places?" He snorted, pausing as he approached the window before covering his friend's mouth, wrapping him in a black blanket to hide the ropes from any civilians.
 
"You're not going to hurt me. That's laughable. I assume you knocked me out with your gun. Your definition of 'not hurting me' is really fucking stupid, isn't it? Besides, you should want to hurt me. I wouldn't hesitate to bash your head in," he smirked in reply, his never-ending emphasis on the violent aspect of his personality being something he hoped would continue to unnerve his old friend. He didn't see him as a friend, of course. He refused to even acknowledge him as someone he once knew and cared about. He had no desire to be nice to anyone he deemed inferior to him, especially someone who a) insulted his family, and b) took him away from them.

Even though he had a slim opportunity to try and shout for help and act like a victim, he fell silent. He wasn't going to ask for help from anyone if they weren't in his family; that had been ingrained in him from day one.

He could only trust family. Everyone else would let him down or use him. Why would he even try to ask for help from people he thought were essentially living waste of spaces?

"...You don't know anything. How could you understand? You're so narrow minded, it's hilarious. What's it like to be like you? I pity you, I really do. You're born, you stumble through life never finding a reason to justify your existence, and then you die. But really, you should be thankful. My family give you a purpose. You can die knowing you did something with your life. Most people don't get that," he drawled, repeating the speech his leader had given countless of times; it was the speech that first convinced Nico into the cult, and they were the words that effectively kept him there too.

The smell of McDonald's only made him feel sick, turning away in disgust. He wanted nothing more than to lean across and tear a chunk out of Eros' neck, if only for the shock value and to buy him some time to potentially make an escape. With that being impossible given how tightly the ropes were bound, he ended up biting down hard onto his own tongue and spitting the mouth full of blood over at him instead, smirking in satisfaction at the mess he made in the car and over the other's clothes. The taste of his own blood didn't appeal to him, of course, but he could happily deal with it, gong as far as to lick his lips clean.
 
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Grimacing at the blood, he looked at the rest of the car with a deep sigh. He... was uncomfortable by it all but he wasn't going to show just how disturbed he was. Instead, he started the car back up after realizing that his intentions to sit and try and talk were useless. Thankfully, his clothing hid the blood splatter from any possible passerby that might doubletake at them.

"You're so brainwashed, it's kind of hilariously," He dryly replied as he took a sip of his Coke. "I've looked up all I could on you, talked to people who knew your friends. I've put more effort into this than I did on any of my thesis papers. I... I mean, fuck. Like, I didn't even know you'd be alive after all this time and I learn you're hanging out with a bunch of crazy freaks? It's definitely not what I was expecting," he drawled in return, his eyes not even acknowledging the other now. He wanted nothing more than to pull Nico close and give him a kiss, tell him everything was going to be okay. He knew not to and instead decided to 'fight fire with fire' with the whole snarky response.

"I know what you're trying to do and it's a hilariously poor attempt, Nico. I'm not letting you go, I'm not letting you anywhere near me right now, and you might as well just relax and start talking to me because it's going to be a six hour ride back. We can just sit in silence if you prefer, I'll gove you that liberty."
 
Sitting in complete silence did suit Nico, as did the disturbing glares he was happy to treat his ex-boyfriend with every few seconds. He didn't want to talk to him if nothing he said was a) going to be absorbed, or b) going to get the other to react as he wanted. The calm replies, with which he found the confidence to taunt his lifestyle, were beyond irritating, and replying to it would only result in Eros continuing it. If he had to sit in silence, he would do his best.

Inevitably, it was impossible to maintain that silence when he was continuing to be addressed as Nico (something that made him flinch angrily) and when his family were described in such rude and disrespectful terms. His actual family -the parents he slaughtered and the older brothers he left orphaned as a result- hardly mattered to him anymore. He could gladly sit back and casually talk about how remorseless he was.

Yet, the family he had been brought into meant the world to him, so he would inevitably react badly to someone insulting them when Nico felt they knew nothing about them. Just because Eros had put in years of research didn't mean anything.

"My name isn't Nico; it's Jebediah. Likewise, my family aren't crazy. It's not my fault you're too dumb to understand what we do and how we're actually helping. I won't bother explaining, you won't listen," he drawled with an unsubtle roll of his eyes, licking what blood remained on his lips before glancing out the window, grimacing at how little he could do about his situation. He didn't want to cause his family to leave their home to search for him though he knew they would-- they would travel for days if they had to.

"...You know they're coming for me, don't you? You are aware that they'll tear you limb from limb as a result of all of this? Your little plan to 'correct' me isn't going to work, you're just confirming your death the longer you drive me to god knows where-- Eros, let me go," he frowned, addressing the other with as much sincerity as he could manage. It was false, of course, but he could act if he wanted to. "I... I don't want to go back 'home', I want to stay with my family, it's... you don't get it, but I'm happy with them, and... and I don't want you to die, so let me go and... and I can convince them not to hunt you down, alright?"
 
"How dumb do you think I am, Nico?" He replied flatly, his knuckles growing white as he gripped the steering wheel right. "You don't care whether or not I die, you won't stop your 'family' from killing me. I've seen what you do to innocent people's bodies. Do you honestly think what you're doing is helping anyone?" He questioned, anger coming to his voice briefly before sighing to calm himself down.

"I'm sending you to a professional deprogrammer. You'll realize that all of this wiz fucked up. You're killing innocent people under the guise of 'helping them' when I'm reality, you're just selfish. I'm sure that you'll be spared jail because you were indocrined into this cult really young."

He knew nothing he said would get through to the other, though it was nice to just talk. It was cheesy but he missed Nico's voice, so while he knew he was being harsh, it was at least some form of solace. Wiping his face wearily, he took another sip of his coke.

"I've done some research on vampires. Hell, I've been doing it for years. If I need to, I'll... kill them. I don't want to hurt anyone, I'm not a violent person. Its horrible, seeing my ex being so violent," he admitted with a nervous laugh. "Just... don't fucking lie to me, Nico. I'd rather you curse me and say I'm a terrible person than give even a sliver of hope that you're okay and you're realizing the truth."
 
"Stop fucking calling me that," he spat back, his own fists clenched tight; tight enough to cause his nails to dig painfully into his palms. When he could bit down into his tongue hard enough to fill his mouth with blood, a few nail marks was hardly a big deal to him. What was a big deal was the continual insistence from Eros to call him by a name he really wanted to forget. He was smart enough to realise that it would continue, as though the reminder of his name would then go onto remind him of the 16 years he lived before the cult's involvement; 16 years where his only problems was getting his homework in on time or winning a game of soccer with the school's team. He remembered all of that, he hadn't forgotten it, but he just didn't remotely care to return to it either.

"A deprogrammer? Oh sure, get more people involved, Eros. That's a smart thing to do. Get more people involved to give my family more people to tear apart. You think you're helping; you're just subjecting more people to their deaths. But I won't stop you," he smiled, dropping the facade of normalcy when he rightly recognised that Eros could see right through the acting. Besides, acting to be sorry and remorseful was making him feel faintly nauseous.

"Is your life so boring and void of entertainment that you spent all this time searching for me when I clearly didn't want to be found? Are you so insane that you assumed I'd feel bad for what I did? Those frauds who masqueraded as my parents had meaningless existences; I helped them. I would have helped their sons too if I had the time. Maybe I'll track them down and help them when you drive me back to that god-awful town. Maybe I'll help your folks too, Eros, how about that~? I'm sure my brothers and sisters would appreciate them, I'm sure they'd fill us all up for a few days."
 
"I've actually had a pretty eventful five years," he replied with a small smile. "Definitely done more with my life than you have. Went to college - in fact, I'm meant to graduate this year. I'm thinking about getting my doctorate maybe, at least my graduates degree. I've made a few friends in college, you know? Been to some concerts, whatnot. I plan on being an English professor. What have you done, Nico? What have you done with your boring life? Killed people?" He countered, scoffing.

"You're more selfish than I remember. I'm a bit disappointed in that. You rant on about how I'm useless but I intend to help others rather than kill them. It's pathetic." He coldly declared as he sped up, the highway being completely empty.
 
"And you don't think I'm helping people? You don't think we do good? You're the stupid one. It's not my fault you're too thick to understand, Eros. I've elevated onto a higher level of thinking, you've just stagnated and remained the same. I've grown as a person. You're still in that dead-end town full of idiotic people who think I did something wrong," he scoffed in reply, glaring out of the window as he tried to calm himself down, all while moving his hands in the effort to loosen the ropes around them. Even if he just had his hands freed, he could do some damage, and that was all he needed to do.

Hurt Eros enough to make a run for it. When he was this tied up, such actions were impossible - but he knew he'd have the chance eventually. It just took patience, and he had plenty of the stuff. He had waited since he was 16 for the day he could join the others in being turned and actually complete the family properly. Until then, he always felt like he was babied because he was human; a human with vulnerabilities and frailties. The fact he was so close to hitting the right age and then taken away like this inevitably pissed him off, but he had shown patience for five years. Showing a little more now wouldn't be that difficult.

"...You know, I'm surprised you're still alive," he remarked with a slow smile, knowing that he was heading into sensitive territory - but what did he really care? He had taken a lot of shit from Eros, it was perfectly valid (in his eyes) to sling some back at him. "You were always so depressed back in school, I'm surprised you didn't decide to head into the woods with a rope. Astonished, actually. Your life was always so boring, Eros. I bet your suicide would be boring too. You wouldn't even be able to go out with a bang."
 
"At least I would have parents and friends, professors, and coworkers who would come to my funeral," he quickly countered with a grimace. "You don't know anything yourself, Nico. You've lived the last five years brainwashed by a creepy old man who thinks stealing normal people for his own selfish gain," he reminded, his anger simmering under the surface.

"You know what the worst part of all of this is? You're selfish. You're a selfish piece of shit, yeah? We were planning out our life together, Nico. We were going to go to the same college, find a cute apartment in Jackson. We would adopt some cute pets and it would be nice. Instead, you decided you were fucking dumb and weak enough to get swayed by some old man. That's it, you realize it? You aren't smart. Neither is your little family, evidently, since some normal guy like me could find your little home. I would think some bloodthirsty cult who wears masks to hide their identity would want to keep their home hidden too."
 
Nico could get angrier, then get angry about the fact he couldn't do anything to unleash that anger out, so allowing himself to be riled up wasn't going to end very well when he couldn't do what he wanted to do. Instead, he chose to fall silent again, glancing out of the window to give himself something to look at. It had been a while since he was in a car without any of his family. Usually, he would travel with at least one of them and, despite how 'creepy' and 'crazy' Eros seemed to believe they were, the car rides were perfectly normal. Nico would put on the radio as one of the others drove, singing along to some cheesy pop song and cracking jokes with them.

They were monsters, sure - but Nico didn't seem them like that. He saw them as perfectly normal people who he never failed to have fun with By contrast, he saw Eros as a monster who found it okay to criticise his family when he didn't understand what they were about. He was judging them without the adequate information and understanding to do so. That, for Nico, was insanity.

"...Put the radio on," he grunted, glaring back across to him. "I want the radio on, I always listen to music when I'm in the car. Something relaxing. Not some of your heavy metal bullshit."
 
"Works for me," he replied flatly, switching on the radio. After a minute of skimming music that he would groan to his friends about being inferior to the kind of music he listened to, he settled on some classic rock... that is, until he turned it off after some thought.

"I don't hate you, Nico. I'm fucking... frustrated at you that you abandoned everything for these people. Why? What do they have that I nor your family could give you? Is it immortality? Is that all this is? You want to live forever with people the only thing you have in common with is that you vaguely look similar to this freak's old family?" He quickly questioned, his eyes wet, though hidden by the darkness. "Explain to me what makes your life with this 'family' of yours so great?"
 
"...You'd love for me to give you an explanation for my actions, wouldn't you? One you can actually understand. I've explained countless times, Eros. It isn't my fault if you can't wrap your small little mind around my decision. I've explained. You can accept it or not. Either way, stop fucking going on about it. I made a choice, one I don't regret. I'm happy. Is that so terrible?" He grunted, his eyes rolling in annoyance at what he saw to be a constant repetition. He didn't know if Eros was expecting a different answer, or if he was patiently waiting for Nico to breakdown and admit he regretted everything, but regardless, it was all a waste of time. He made a decision that he had explained his motives for - he didn't really want to continue to explain it.

"They approached me and I agreed with everything they said; everything I've explained to you already. People fucking change. I changed. Big deal. Like I said, it's not my fault you're living in your little bubble and failing to see that life's not always simple. What you see as murder, I see as kindness. These people are nothing when my family first meet them. We give them a purpose. But we're the bad guys because you're so narrow-minded you can't see our vision or understand or beliefs. You're the crazy one," he remarked easily, turning his head to take in the other as calmly as he could, despite the fury behind his own eyes.

"I don't care about immortality, I didn't go with them because they were... vampires. I believed in the message and the vision, because I'm open-minded enough to accept another viewpoint on life."
 
"So what if I killed you? What if I put a gun to your head and killed you? Your life is just as worthless as mine, if not more because of the fact that all you're doing is helping yourself and a handful of people you have no connection with. You say I'm just asking the same thing but it's becausd you refuse to fucking answer me. Why do you think you're so special? What makes your life any more special than your 'family'?" He continued, his eyes locked on the road.

"I could kill your friends and it would have literally no impact on anyone. No one but you would be upset. What if I said I was killing them out of mercy? I killed them so they wouldn't have to deal with the misery of hearing ramblings of a crazy old man? I'm being a good person because of it, am I not? No, you'll say I'm not and say I'm selfish. Do you not understand my point at all or are you so fucking dilusional that repeating the idea of being some superior person helps you sleep at night?!" He asked, the typically quiet man now yelling in frustration as he pulled to the side of the empty highway, his eyes filled with anger.

"I want to punch you in the fucking face for being such a cunt, Nico. All you've done for the past five years is be fucking selfish," he hissed, his fists clenched as he turned to face the other, before daring to tighten the ropes harder.
 
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