Quinn couldn't keep on grinning. Sebastian is showing that scary face again.
Sebastian watches his brother's eyes twitches, like he was trying to hold something back. Sebastian gives an amiable smile as he gently removes Quinn's arm from his shoulder, then he turns around.
Quinn frowned in response as Sebastian wrapped his arm in return, tightening his hold, he said cheerfully. "My dearest brother, have you been stalking me?"
Quinn laughs nervously, although anyone could see his eyes looking around, as if he is trying to come up with an excuse. He said with a stuttering voice, "W—well, you c—can't call that stalking; I am just looking out for you."
Sebastian smiles gently, like a hooligan who found something very interesting. In a soft voice, he asks. "Is that so, dearest brother? You can come with me as long as you don't talk rubbish. Is that a deal?"
Quinn nodded like a chicken pecking leafy greens. Despite the strain from his neck being stuck in a chokehold, his grip on his neck is like a tyrannical hold, refusing to give a slightest inch, not even letting him move his neck. He could only bob his head, like a baby duck that fell into a trap.
Sebastian lets go of his neck. Quinn sighed in relief, rubbing the ache in his neck; he knew he pushed the wrong buttons today.
People are always bewitched by his charming and approachable face, yet unaware of the lurking beast that lurks under the mask. The beast is always lurking in the shadows, not revealing his true nature, until the moment he strikes, but it would be too late. Lost in thought, he hadn't noticed he was staring.
Sebastian ignores the stare that is focused on his back. As he walks outside in the snow, he remembers he doesn't have the jacket since the little brat took it.
Turning around, he asks, "Are you ready?" Sebastian saw him nodding, although a flicker of excitement in his eyes is apparent. Heading to the luxury black car, Sebastian looks at the car. It is perfect. It is large enough.
Getting into the car with his brother, the engine turns on as Sebastian pulls the car out of the driveway.
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1 hour later
Sebastian grasps the steering wheel, where his knuckles turn white, trying to breathe through his gritted teeth.
My brother is going to be the death of me! He actually broke the glass window; alert the security system! Now, those people know someone has broken in!
Sebastian had to drive as calmly as he could, despite his hands trembling on the steering wheel and the seething rage simmering beneath the surface.
His brother giggles, his hand holding his stomach, despite the dead body wrapped in the black sack hidden in the back seat on the floorboard.
Quinn wipes the imaginary tear from the corner of his eyes, "W—Woohoo! That was a—awesome!"
Sebastian looked around cautiously and saw no one in the area, including no security cameras. It was isolated, and the night was pitch-black.
Without thinking, he pulls to the corner of the road and slams his brother against the front seat, startling him, which finally shuts him up for good.
Good! Just shut up before I lose my mind!
He said with gritted teeth. "You half dimwit! You are lucky I am withholding every urge to throw you out through the window! Y—you are lucky we haven't got caught!"
His brother nodded meekly, despite the beaming look across his face. "Of course, I told you I can be very useful."
You call that useful?!
Sebastian knew that he couldn't reason with Quinn, so he tries to control himself, combing through his unkempt hair, before turning the engine on again, heading toward the location where the large, empty hole was dug up.
The milky moon was standing in the sky, silent and enduring, surrounded by a cloak of darkness, where the chirping in the night was audible.
Pulling the car to a stop a couple distance away from the house after another hour. The house or mansion, which everyone preferred, was nestled beside the large, pale blue lake, surrounded by the woods, brilliant crimson roses on the front lawn, and the wind blowing against the whispering leaves hanging on the trees.
He wanted to be sure that his father wasn't able to see them, so he kept the car further away. He looks at his silent brother. "Are you ready?" Quinn nodded with a pout; Sebastian knew he was upset about something. It was out of the ordinary; his brother isn't the type to be silent the entire way. "What is bothering you?"
He didn't say anything for awhile; it was just deafening silence. "I don't know. I just feel miserable for some reason."
Sebastian didn't say anything. Quinn can get into strange moods on some days. Some days he is extremely happy, and at other times, he is depressed. That's why he let his brother travel with him; he had a feeling Quinn was not in a good mood; some vampires just need some combination of adrenaline and stimulation to feel something other than this unending emptiness.
It doesn't mean I am letting him off the hook!
Looking at his brother with a familiar smirk. "Ready to get rid of the body?"
Quinn looks at him doubtfully; he had a goosebumps crawling his neck, so he shakes his head. "Nah, I don't think so. I am just going to be in your way; I'll be leaving." Sebastian grabs his shoulders swiftly as soon as he open the car door. In a soft voice, he said, "Of course not; help me finish this task. I'll teach you self-control around blood, but you can't tell Dad about it." Quinn could feel the lazy, oppressive aura oozing behind him, invisible sweat dripping down his face, although his words were slightly tempting.
Father had forbidden him from feeding on humans because of his overindulge in blood; he got into a frenzy once he had a taste. He hadn't it in a long time.
His hands trembled, he asks in a quivering voice. "A-Are you serious?" Sebastian's voice was tempting, attempting to lure him into a trap. He wanted to refuse and gain control, but his mind was becoming foggy, craving just a taste for that delicious, sweet, rich blood.
"A-Alright." He said in a soft, dry voice, licking his lips before they left out of the car. The pure, white snowflakes hit them in the face, helping him to reign in the raging desire. Quinn looks at his brother, who pulled the black sack out of the car with natural ease; he turns around to look at him with that terrible, mocking smirk. "Are you ready?"