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Later, after Lane had torn himself away from Trudy, after he had held her, tasted the sweetness of her lips, and breathed in her scent for as long as he could, he returned home.
He was floating on air when he entered the living room and heard Jill’s mocking lilt: “Lane and Trudy, sitting in a tree, K I S S I N G.”
Before she could continue the children’s limerick, Lane attacked her. He flew across the room, and laughing, threw her onto the couch.
Before either one could make another move, Victor, who was lounging in an overstuffed chair, asked, “Did you get any, Lane?”
Lane’s teeth grew long, and a fierce look entered his eyes as he rounded on Victor. “Take that back, Vic, or I’ll make you eat the words.”
Victor sneered, showing his own elongated fangs, and demanded, “You and what army?”
Lane jumped towards Victor who had already gained his feet to meet Lane’s onslaught. Lane’s body hit Victor, sending both boys six feet across the room and onto the floor. The two writhed and wrestled, rolling back and forth around the room, leaving scattered furniture in their wake.
Jill, teeth extended in excitement, had sprung to her feet when the brawl began. Now she crouched next to the two boys, leaned slightly forward with one hand resting lightly on the ground, and added fuel to the tumult. “Come on Vic,” she egged Victor on when he showed signs of waning. And, “Don’t just lay there, let him have it, Lane,” when Lane was gasping for air.
Victor looked at Lane, and the two seemed to pass a silent communication. In one fell swoop, they both turned on the girl.
Jill, seeing what was about to happen, tried to retreat, but was too late. The three were rolling, screaming, kicking, and laughing when, Damien’s voice bellowed, “Stop!” When the three young vampires kept wrestling, he increased his volume. “STOP!”
Falling apart, Lane and Victor roared with laughter while Jill broke into gales of giggles. Damien stood looking at the disaster in the living room, raised an eyebrow, and demanded, “What the hell is going on?”
Jill, between giggles, sang, “Lane and Trudy sitting in a tree,” before falling on the couch, holding her sides from laughing too hard.
Victor managed, “Lane was making it with Trudy.”
Damien stared in horror at Lane, “Is this true?”
“We kissed,” Lane said and attacked Victor again, rolling him over and twisting his arm behind his back. “Say give,” Lane demanded.
With good nature, Victor shouted, “Give.” Lane let go.
“Good god,” Damien said, rolling his eyes. “Get busy and clean up this mess. It’s time to eat.”
This got the three frolickers’ attention, and they quickly put the room to rights before they turned into the night to find a victim for their weekly meal.
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