The human and vampire race has always have been, and--disappointing to say--most likely always will be enemies. I never knew why, none of my piers never wanting to tell me. I mean sure, they do seem like bloodthirsty leeches that only wanted to kill if you look at them in a certain way, but if that was the case, wouldn't the human race be extinct already?
I grew up in a small village, not too far from the city, in a little cottage with my older twin brother, Alfred. He had a particularly nasty view on the vampires living on the other side of the mountain, always going the distance to prove just how much he 'dislikes' *cough cough* hates *cough cough* them. I knew better than to voice my opinion on the matter to him.
Which brings us to today.
I am sorry to say that it sort of. . . slipped out I guess?
"How can you side with them!?" Alfred spat, his voice full of venom. I slowly inched towards the door, planning an escape route. "What do you mean?" I said in my usual quiet voice. "All I said is that they may not be what we see them as."
"Liar!" He shouted. That was my cue to get the fuck out of there. I sprinted down the hall and out the door with Alfred on my heals. He wouldn't admit it but I am terribly faster than him when it comes to anything really. It was the strength department he outweighed me in.
I let my guard down for a mere second and before I knew it I was being squashed by my own brother into the dirt. Over the years, this happened countless numbers of times. But no matter what, neither of us will change our minds about the so-called 'enemy'. It started out serious, Alfred rubbing my face into the ground, nearly breaking my glasses in the process before I slipped out from beneath him and nailed a kick in his groin, but really was just Alfred's way of playing. It bothered me at first that it had to come down to violence, but if that meant Alfred would shut up then so be it.
Alfred rolled around on the ground, half whining over the pain in his nether regions, half laughing at something I could never understand.
This literally happens about three times a month.
I do admit that I'm used to it, but that doesn't mean I enjoy it. When will Alfred realize that what I say is what I feel? That it isn't just a game? Alfred does really have steak hamburgers for brains when it comes down to it. Never wanting to be proven wrong, and always true to his beliefs.
"It's sad, really. . . ." I say to myself, staring at ceiling as I lay in bed. "That there are many just like him, even if they are the most intelligent people there are. It's the same as all those wars, thousands of years ago. Civil and World Wars, many just to gain rights they should have all along. Though now sexuality and the color of skin is now proven not to be any difference, this world still wants war just because one person is different than the other. When will people realize that, deep down, we're all the same? No more hate, no more war. . . just. . . ."