The Pact

Chapter One

Three men sat at a table with a blade in front of them.

Cooper Camarillo, a twenty-three year old male with dyed blue hair and blue eyes sat in front of the two other men. In his hand was a pool of blood from a deep cut, the blade being the obvious cause for it.

"Before you ask, we are making this pact to signify ourselves as...blood brothers, per se. In this line of work, we will need trust in each other and a willingness to accept the danger that comes with it," Cooper explained, now standing. "William, would you like to go next?" he asked.

"Me?" Asked William, in hesitation, "In front of a literal vampire? You got me fucked up."

William was twenty, his eyes were yellow and his hair was black. He is the most logical and unimpulsive man in the group.

"Yes, you. Sydney doesn't bite," Cooper replied.

Sydney, the vampire, just smiled. His grin revealed his sharp fangs that he likely used to take a bite out of his victims. "Yeah, William, I don't bite," he teased.

William sighed, his gaze turning to a glare once his eyes met Sydney. "Then why don't you go first?" He questioned backhandedly.

"With pleasure," Sydney replied, taking the blade from the table. "Watch a professional."

Sydney shortly sliced his palm open with the dagger without a single flinch or hesitation. Blood soon poured out. At least there's proof that vampires do also have blood.

Upon slicing his own palm, Sydney licked the blood from the blade in a sadistic manner. "See, easy," he finally spoke.

William paused. "Can we disinfect that?" He asked.

"Don't be a pussy," Cooper replied, taking the blade from Sydney and handing it to William.

William took the blade and sat, staring at it while the other two men gazed at him with annoyance.

"Just do it already!" Groaned Sydney.

William sighed and repeated the actions as he sliced his hand open.

"Great," Cooper started, "Now that we've drawn blood, we shake hands."

"That's how infections spread!" William argued.

"Dude, shut up and just do it," Sydney replied, going in to shake Cooper's hand.

With hesitation, William shook Cooper's hand and then Sydney's.

Cooper took a seat again. "Now, because our job is so discreet, we should be going by different names now."

"Different names? I like mine," William hesitates.

Sydney glared at William, "A stage name, dingus," he grunted.

"Exactly that," Cooper piped in.

Sydney smiled, his fangs poking out once more. "Sawbone. That's mine. Sounds neat, don't it?" Sydney inquired.

William scoffed. "Sawbone? Wouldn't you want a more vampire-y name?" He asked.

"Like what?" Sydney asked, "Count Chocula?" He rolled his eyes.

"Great, in this field, I will be known as Cyanide," Cooper spoke, ignoring the ongoing argument.

William paused and thought about it for a moment. He sighed. "I'll get back to you on that," he said.

"Be quick about it, we start tomorrow night," Cooper pressured.

"Don't you have another job?" Sydney asked. "I mean, it's not hard to miss the infamous pornstar with a heroin addiction."

Cooper rolled his eyes. "I spoke with my boss and he's fine with it," he answered.

"Oh," Sydney replied, "neat."

"And a beer addiction," William piped in.

"Enough," Cooper groaned, rubbing his temples. "I do need to get ready for work though, so thanks for reminding me."

As the meeting came to an end, the men made their separate ways and contemplate the poor decisions they made as a pact and as a job.