Feeling the News

The door let out a terribly rusty squeak as she closed it behind her. Mary, a young, beautiful woman with hair as red as blood saw her man sipping a beer, leaning his elbows against the so called kitchen table, frowning at the newspaper. She opened the fridge and saw there were no more beer left.
         “Hey love,” he whispered.
         “Started early today, huh? The sun just went down and you’re already drunk? Sometimes you are unbelievable,” Mary sighed and sat down on a worn out couch, closing her eyes to calm herself down. Eddie shook his head, he wasn’t close to being drunk.
         “Andrew’s in town,” Eddie continued with a pondering tone. Mary looked at him, surprised.
         “Your brother? How do you know?”
         “I just know.”
         Mary sat forward excitedly, “You feel his presence? Like a psychic link? A link which is created when a…”
         “No,” Eddie snorted, “I read it on the sodding paper,” he said and tossed the newspaper to Mary, who started to feel ashamed for her childish enthusiasm. Eddie noticed this and frowned again.
         “Look, I didn’t mean to be rude. Sorry about that.”
         “It’s alright, I… well you know how I am with…”
         “I do,” Eddie said with a warm smile. Mary’s green eyes lit up when they met his. She couldn’t resist him, and as long as he couldn’t resist her it didn’t scare her. She picked up the paper and saw the headlines. Massacre. Just one word, screaming on the first page.
         “Yeah, the headline’s real informing,” Eddie said and finished the beer. He moved on to the couch, next to Mary and put his arm around her. Mary was reading the story, looking for clues. Nothing spelled vampire in it.
         “It’s in the details, love. To the casual observer it might seem as some psycho had fun with the clientele and staff of the restaurant, and had a SWATty dessert before getting shot several times while making a run for the river, ending up at the bottom of it,” Eddie said as he pulled out his smokes from his jacket, lying on the couch.
         “It also says the suspect was heavily armed, and possibly had a bomb on him. They haven’t found any of them though, or the body. What makes you think it was Andrew?” Mary asked.
         “Like I said, it’s in the details, or the detail. The tip was given by a blond woman,” Eddie muttered with a cigarette on his lips. Mary was clueless.
         “And she disappeared right after the guy fell into the river, the police are looking for her too,” Eddie continued. Mary still didn’t understand.
         “So… It has to be them. The guy clearly wasn’t human, and the woman fits the description of Julie.”
         “How?”
         “She’s a bitch. My educated guess, based on hanging out with the happy couple for a few centuries, is that they had some sort of a quarrel. Perhaps Julie didn’t have the munchies for Chinese,” Eddie snickered and took a puff on his smoke.
         Mary looked confused.
         “Chinese?” she asked while glancing through the paper and saw that the incident started in a Chinese restaurant, “but still, why would she call the cops on him? And tell them he’s armed? She could’ve got him killed. If it really were them.”
         “Love’s deadly,” Eddie stated, “especially theirs. She has pulled these type of stunts before, over some petty arguments. Maybe she wanted Thai instead, and then shit hit the fan.”
         “That’s twisted. I’m not the cursing type, but that’s fucked up. Sorry.”
         “No worries, that’s the best way to describe their relationship,” Eddie said thoughtfully.
         “How long have they been together? I’m betting their thing won’t last.”
         “They’ve been together since the beginning,” Eddie said coughing and put out the smoke, “bloody awful brand.”
         “Oh, thank gods I’m not the betting type either. You’ve never mentioned her, among the other unmentioned things. I just know you have a brother, the rest is sealed away in here,” Mary said, caressing Eddie’s chest. He smiled, a smile you could easily miss if you didn’t know to look for it. Mary knew.
         “No reason to worry your pretty little head with those things. My baggage isn’t for you to carry.”
         “What if I want to carry it?” Mary pouted, eyes pleading.
         “You’d need a donkey for that,” Eddie replied and fondled her long red hair.
         Mary grinned.
          “Well at least a donkey’s properly equipped,” she said teasingly, poking him.
         “Hey!” Eddie laughed, “that's not something I want to hear from you. Besides, you haven't complained,” he gently poked back at her.
         Mary giggled, and after a long pause she laid down her head on Eddie’s chest. He enjoyed the closeness, moments like these made him feel invulnerable. The intensity of his feelings scared him a little.
         “I wish we’ll never end up like them,” Mary said quietly.
         “They didn’t end up like that, they’ve always been like that. It started when we were still human. Andrew had a huge crush on the queen bitch. I always thought she was just playing with him like a cat plays with a mouse. She was above our league so why’d she bothered with him? Then, the change came, and Andrew took what he wanted,” Eddie sighed, “I don’t know what makes them tick. I haven’t even cared for a long time.”
         “It’s sad, the falling out you guys had. Although I know nothing about it, since I can’t read your mind. But, what are you going to do? To me it doesn’t seem likely that the news was about Andrew,” Mary asked and moved a bit closer to her man, her face only inches away from his.
         “It’s him,” Eddie said with confidence. Mary’s eyes seemed bottomless, he felt he could get lost in them in a heartbeat. Hilarious thought.
         “How do you know?” Mary said softly, almost pressing her lips against his.
         “I feel him,” he responded, followed by a kiss.