Arthur Kirkland stood in his new apartment, smiling widely. He'd just finished college, had a book well on it's way to being published, and was out of his dreary old home in London, England. He had decided to come live in New York City by recommendation of his old friend, Alfred F. Williams-Jones, and his twin brother Matthew Williams-Jones. He walked into the bedroom where movers had already set up his bed, and plopped down. So far, New York hadn't been living up to it's reputation of a concrete jungle. Just earlier that day, he'd met his neighbors. A kind German man by the name of Ludwig, and his husband, an Italian by the name of Feliciano. The Italian had quickly warmed up to him and offered him pasta, while Ludwig apologized for his husband's hyperactive behavior and welcomed him to the big city.
Arthur must've dosed off for a bit, as he was woken by a loud voice, and a quiet one trying to silence the louder one. The Twins had arrived. "Alfred, stop shouting! Arthur could be asleep!" Whisper-yelled the younger brother, Matthew.
"Arthur! Come on out, dude!" Alfred, the elder brother. Arthur groaned and pushed himself up.
"Shut the bloody hell up, you git!" He yelled at Alfred.
"Hey, Artie!" The boy smiled. His brother quietly apologized for Alfred's bothersome behavior and waved.
Arthur sighed, but welcomed his two friends into his new home. "Hello, boys. What do you want?" He asked.
"We wanted to make sure you were adjusting well," Matthew said quietly.
"I am actually. My neighbors are two very kind men, and the view is lovely. Thank you for checking in on me," he smiled at them. For once Alfred wasn't being an idiot, so he was happy to smile and pour them some tea so they could all relax together.
"So, did you dudes hear about that serial killer who's on the loose?" Alfred asked.
"No...what's the story?" Arthur asked.
"Ever the journalist..." He heard Alfred mumble before he took a drink.
"They're saying that he seduces women and sometimes even men, and once they follow him to an alley usually, he'll either stab their neck, or, and this is the weird part, bite their necks," Matthew said for his brother.
"How odd..." Arthur said, "if I didn't know better, I'd think you boys were talking about a vampire!" The two 19 year olds laughed and Arthur laughed with them.
"Yeah, and those women think he's like that stupid Edward character from the books Alfred reads!" Laughed Matthew.
"Hey! I-I told you not to tell anyone about that!" Alfred yelled at his younger twin.
"Oh dear lord, you actually read those books?" Arthur rolled his eyes and laughed.
"Maybe..." Alfred blushed. Arthur laughed and they all continued to talk until the boys had to go.
When they had finally left, Arthur sat down at his desk in the extra bedroom and opened a new Word document. His conversation with the boys gave him an idea for another book. Yes it would be about vampires, but not like the twilight books. His book was going to show that a vampire's life was long and sad. Not a joyous, love sick, young adulthood. He was going to call it A Broken Life. He sat at his computer for hours before finishing the first chapter. The words had simply flowed as if he was telling his own story. As if the main character was him. He had described the vampire as blonde with blue eyes. His hair was longer than most others. He was supposed to look very weary and ready to give up after so many years of living. He really was broken. Arthur sighed as he shut off his computer after saving the document and stretched. It was about 9:30 PM back in London. His home little less than a week ago. Arthur sighed yet again, thinking of his house back in England. It hadn't been extremely extravagant, but it was home. He liked New York quite a bit, but he couldn't help but miss the place of his birth at least a little bit. He looked at the clock and saw he was right. It was 4:30 in New York, so it had to have been 9:30 in London. He smiled a sad smile and went off to make some more tea so he could think of more ideas for his newest story.