He saw a blurry mental image of a woman holding the hand of a man. Lord Titus awakes panting. It was the anniversary of his parents' marriage, parents he lost at a younger age. Scanning the room Lord Titus sees his knight and younger brother with legs crossed, eyes closed softly, fingers making a strange rhythm of movements, and his sword lie sheathed on the carpet floor to the right side of him. 

"You still do that nonsense?" Shaking his head Titus leans against the headboard.

"You still having nightmares?" Michael quips.

"I believe you know the answer to that. Does that even work?" 

"Well you are alive aren't you? For if it didn't work there are countless ways you could have lied dead in your bed." Micheal chuckles without opening an eye or losing the rhythm of his finger movements. Which began with the palms pressed against each other so that the fingers where flat. Followed by the second and third finger folding in. lastly, the second and third finger would raise to repeat the motions. There was a three-second pause after each movement. 

"Very well then have your laughs. Care to join me for a drink?"

When Lord Titus enters the bar, everything got quieter. Titus smells the scent of alcohol and liquor of every kind, which was savory to his mind. People stare and begin whispering among themselves. However, no one dares to look Lord Titus directly into the eyes for fear of erupting an outburst.

Then they were relieved to see Sir Micheal following close behind. At the same time, they were shocked for it was a rare occurrence that Sir Micheal would join Titus at the bar. Part of the relief came from the fact that Micheal was not as ill-tempered as Titus, and partly from the fact that he was more approachable.

"What the hell happened to the music and dancing?!" Sir Micheal shouts into the crowd trying to divert the crowd's attention.

The hip-hop music and dancing continue as normal but with a keen sense to stay away from Lord Titus. 'Teenagers if they only knew the pain of life,' thought Titus.

Titus saw the bar mostly empty, which was to his preference. Titus was having his monthly depression state. After the loss of his mother at birth, Titus was never a normal kid. He was often bullied, gossiped about, and socially excluded. His father tried his best to be both his mother and father. He adopted a son so as to give Titus someone his age to call a friend and brother even. Only his stepbrother Micheal was there for him, among the other kids his age.  As Titus approached the bar, the bartender prepares his usual drinks a shot of Vodka and another of hard Whiskey. Of course, it was an unusual combo but Titus had a meaning attached to it. It was a reminder of how his parents met. In fact, this was the very bar they met in.

"What will you be having, Sir Micheal?" asks the bartender.

"Bourbon in small shot glasses." replies Micheal as he watches the two women approaching with hips slightly swaying. One was a brunette the other a redhead.

"Hi handsome, are you available?" they ask in a flirtatious manner.

"Oh, you must mean my brother, Lord Titus!" says Micheal as he lightly shook Titus by the shoulders, "He is very much available! In fact, you could even say lonely!"

"Micheal, get your fucking hands off me!" Titus starts to twist Micheal's left arm.

"Titus, this is why your ass is lonely! I, on the other hand, am available!"

"Sir Micheal, I presume?" asked the brunette, she rolls her eyes at his previous statement.

"In the flesh!" Micheal half shouts with sarcasm.

"Good, we have been searching for you!" the redhead yanks out a taser from her handbag.

"What the fuck is your problem?!" Micheal steps back and instinctively draws his sword.

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A/N My first official chapter! Please comment, vote and share!

Dedicated to my friend @Sim-AntinI Thanks for the support

She helped name the lead character! I love her new Werewolf book and Getting Even! One of which she will republish soon!