Dublin 1947

The waves touched the harbour walls gently as the boat from America was making its voyage home. He was finishing a cigar as he leaned against one of the warehouse walls. The sound of vomiting from around the corner was slightly amusing but it was starting to make the hairs on the back of neck stand up on end. He stubbed out the cigar and brushed the red brick dust off his jacket before walking around to the poorly man around the corner

“You never did get your sea legs after all Drew.” He laughed with a hint of New York in his accent as he patted his brother’s back. The man named Drew wiped his mouth, as he fixed back on his hat as he glared at his brother

“Damn boats.”

He put his hands in his trouser pockets as he looked at Deacon, Deacon laughed again.

“It’s not the boats fault that you never wanted to travel outside New York little brother, I mean come on it’s a big world out there…” he stopped and poked his head out around the corner again, Drew raised his eyebrow and looked around as well. He couldn’t see anything but he knew that Deacon had heard something. His senses were a lot stronger than Drew’s. That was when they both heard it, the soft clacking of heels on the pavement. Deacon smiled at his brother

“I don’t know how you’re feeling now but I’m famished!”

Drew smiled back

“Now that I think about it, a meal wouldn’t go amiss. For our homecoming, we could have a celebratory dinner.”

Deacon put his hand on Drew’s shoulder

“That’s the spirit!” and they walked off to corner their prey.

They had found the young woman walking towards O’Connell Bridge. She was in her own world and it was hard to tell if she was a vixen of the night or just someone out to enjoy a show or two. She walked past the Abbey Theatre when she stopped abruptly; someone was standing in front of her leaning against the wall. He tipped his hat up off his face to let her see his emerald green eyes

“Hey there pretty lady. Is there any room for one more on this party voyage?”

She looked nervous as she took a step back

“You’re an American? We know all about you and your escapades in Europe. No girl would touch you.”

She started to back up as Deacon got off the wall and was walking towards her

“Ah now, you’ll hurt our feelings if you keep up that kind of talk.”

The woman kept backing up; she didn’t hear or see Drew coming up behind her until it was too late. She backed up right against his chest, she went to scream but Drew was quicker and grasped her head in his hands strongly before twisting it violently to the right. Drew sighed as she crumpled to the ground. It was always satisfying to hear a clean neck break. Deacon walked up and tilted his head at the woman’s body.

“You know, she looks prettier now that she can’t talk. You’re getting more efficient with the kills Drew. If I hadn’t known any better, I’d swear you’ve been practising.”

The brothers smiled at one another before carrying the body to a more secluded part of the street. There, they both transformed into their monsters within. Both standing at eight feet, the ivory coloured wolf and the silver coloured wolf growled contently as they started ravaging their meal. By the time they were done, there was nothing but the woman’s skull and a few rib bones scattered around.

As they stepped back out on the street in their human form, they could hear music in the distance. Deacon ran a hand through his hair before fixing his hat back into place. He breathed in.

“God it’s good to be home. Come little brother; let’s see how much Dublin has replicated New York.”

Drew followed his brother over O’Connell Bridge and into a swing club. It was full to the brink of wealthy business men and the air was thick with cigar smoke. The band was firing up a storm as they walked over to the bar. Deacon got two whiskeys and then began lighting up a cigar himself. Drew laughed

“You’ll turn your fur grey if you keep smoking them Deac.”

Deacon tipped his head

“Ah see that’s where you are wrong little brother. What all these idiots are smoking would turn my fur grey because it’s all just artificial shite. This cigar is pure Cuban quality. This cigar just leaves a lovely taste in my mouth.”

They both laughed.

Suddenly the music slowed down and wolf whistles erupted from the crowd. Drew looked up at the stage with his eyebrow raised and that’s when he saw her. In an elegant blue gown was a beautiful young woman, no older than nineteen. But she was more than a lady for there was a slit running up her left thigh, stopping just below her hip line. Drew could just make out a garter belt strap as she started singing. Drew realised that Deacon was laughing at him, he then realised himself that he had put his hand under his chin to keep his mouth from falling off.

“Don’t let her reel you in Drew. That crafty little bitch is a vampire.”

Drew almost choked on his whiskey

“She's a vampire?!”

Deacon chuckled

“Yes, a ready-made seductress. All she has to do is sashay those lovely hips and blink those doe eyes and every fellow in this room wants her. It’s almost like glamour but more for advantage purposes rather than hiding.”

“She is still beautiful.”

“That’s because we can’t see the glamour so all we see is an ordinary girl but if we were one of the buffoons whistling at her, we would probably see an angel sent from Heaven itself. But don’t get too close to her, she is just after one thing tonight and it’s not to satisfy any sexual needs.”

Two men walked past as they finished their whiskeys

“Isn’t Natasha looking radiant tonight Ed?”

The man named Ed just nodded, idiotically. Drew and Deacon burst out laughing,

“See what I mean?”

Just then Deacon spotted someone across the floor of tables; he stubbed out his cigar and finished his whiskey

“I’ll be back in a minute Drew, don’t stray near the vampire.”

Drew just waved his brother off as he watched the crowd and the girl on stage. Natasha. He knew as he looked at her, that she would be a trouble maker if he ever met her again. But for now he just enjoyed the music.

He just enjoyed being home.