He escorts me to the shower and lends me some clothes. I closed the bathroom door and lay the clothes on the sink. Taking off my clothes, I stare into the mirror. My lips are peeling, my hair has a tone of split ends, and my eyebags are darker. I look sad and reflect on simple times. I run the water. 

Staring out the small window. I see something flapping in the sky a pigeon. I sigh pushing my hair back. I step into the hot shower. Washing myself, this place may be nice, but it reeks with loneliness. I finish up drying myself. I take a big sniff of Okada's clothes, and threw them on. Walking out of the bathroom. Okada lays on the bed, he pats the area beside him, I sit by him. He pulls my leg wrapping his arms around it. "No cuddles, you heartless wench?!" he says sarcastically. I lay down and snuggle up to him. He kisses my forehead softly. " I love you, Julien, I... I'm not sure if I can keep being your friend... I'm sorry-" I smile "Don't be, I like you too." I sigh sitting up. Staring at the bottom of the door, rubbing my shoulders. He sits up behind me I exhale " but- I'm scared it won't work out" " Hey" he cupped my cheeks forcing me to look at him. "We'd still be friends, right? Plus, I think that's very unlikely." Okada said assuringly he tucks a loose strand behind my ear. He moves my hair and kisses my shoulder. " I-I think I'm going to sleep on the couch" his hand leaves my side "Okay weirdo". 

I leave the room and shut the door. I sit down on the blue couch and cover my face. My face was burning red simmering I lay on the couch looking towards the window. Again! I swear I just saw something..  I think back to the vampire. His face keeps lurking in the back of my head. I reminisce over the lines of the vampire's face. Taking a sharp breath, I look towards the picture of Okada's mom hanging on the wall. I stand to get a closer look, He's a spitting image of her. A piece of gold glistens in the corner of my eye, Realizing it's my old oil paints. I gave them to Okada years ago, when I gave up on being a painter. I sit on my knees pulling it out, I wipe the thin light layer of dust off. I ran my hands over the carved initials on the box

I grabbed the old easel in the corner

And put the box and the easel in front of the couch. I stetted up the easel and looked at the moon. I opened my old oil paint set finding extra pencils, I started to sketch, time passed I yawned I stretched my arms the base colors were laid. All now needed was time.

 I look around the room seeing Okada at the door frame. A somber smile "Ah the great master is at it again! What cha makin?" He walked behind the couch and stopped, staring at it in silence He was thinking . . . A thundering banging on the door, Okada ran to the kitchen pulling out an old revolver. I ran through my bag, foraging through the useless things. Until it touched me

I grasped my hammer swinging it and smashing it into the vampire's face. The vampire clenched its face, I charged at the vampire almost knocking over the easel. Grabbing the vampire's neck, I slammed the hammer into his bloody hand grip. Okada shot six fires, I winced in pain as blood went down my arm. The vampire flipped me over. I lost grip of my hammer and stared into Its eyes. Its drooling mouth dripping on my cheeks, his grip loosened. The vampire touched my cheek wiping the saliva. His eyes mesmerized, staring into mine.

Okada kicked him off me, he lay on the wall, the vampire's hair, let loose from the hair tie. Okada grabbed him by the collar, pinning him to the wall. The vampire swigged a bloody fist. A shot was fired at Okada's side, and the vampire opened his mouth and bit Okada's neck. The revolver hit the ground. Loud bone cracks, I snap back to reality and pulled Okada off from him "We need to go!" The vampire is regenerating. One thing I know is not to be around when that's happening. As we ran down the stairs an old lady fell to the bottom her body completely drained. Okada stood stunned the vampire was right on the floor above. He charged from the upper floor. Stepping back Okada push the vampire off the railing and fell with it. I looked at the revolver in my hand shaking so much, that I drop the revolver on the floor. My heart thumping so loud that it's all I hear I lean against the wall. Trying to calm down I pick up the gun and pear over the railing. The vampire is gone... and so is my friend.

(sorry it's short)

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