This was his third glass of whiskey. He should feel something by now, but laying here in the dark, all he felt was nothingness. And he had been feeling it for the past couple of days. No, he had been feeling it since he had changed. Since his brother decided that it hadn't been his time yet. And now he seemed stuck in one moment, no matter how hard he tried to push the clock, nothing happened.

The past days he had been sulking around, not saying much, just staring and being grumpy. More grumpy than he usually was. And when he talked, the words he spit out were like venom, only used to hurt and poison the ones around him. Even Allison couldn't escape it. And he tried to be quiet, he tried to be nice, but the barrier seemed to be gone. If he was to suffer, so would everyone around him.

Kaz was hungry but knew he had to wait until somewhere in the morning until Mort would fetch him food. He should start hunting himself, he didn't like to be dependent of his brother. He already had caused enough harm. But speaking of the devil. Kaz kept staring at the ceiling, the glass still in his hand when he heard his brothers voice. Why? Why did he just had to open his mouth? It made his skin crawl. ''Is this the part where we break up and you tell me it's not me, it's you?'' Kaz spoke dryly, sipping the last of his drink. Kaz didn't want to talk, no, he just wanted to curl into a ball and die. But something, someone had prevented him from doing that ever again.

The door closed behind Mort, would that mean things were about to get serious? Or were they just here to talk about their feelings? The feelings Kaz was not experiencing? Maybe something had gone wrong during the turning, maybe there was a part of him that was just defect and needed to be replaced? Good luck finding that one because even before Kaz had been turned into this mess, he already had been broken beyond repair.

''Sure dad.'' He mumbled, rolling his eyes while he placed the empty glass on the bedside table. The bottle besides it was still pretty full, but if Kaz had a say in it, it would go empty tonight. The way Mort tried to be firm, Kaz almost wanted to laugh at it. And he tried. He smirked, but then that smirk vanished. With a quick movement, Kaz sat up straight. The uncaring attitude he had just a few moments ago, gone.

''You can't speak for her.'' He spit at his brother, his eyes narrowing. Kaz couldn't help it that he felt like this, that nothing in his surroundings seemed worth of his interest anymore. He couldn't, right? ''How would you know? It's not that you care for anyone but yourself, really.'' He added, placing his hands on the bed before getting up. It felt harder to do and for a moment he thought that maybe the alcohol did have a certain effect on him. But he was a vampire now, that couldn't be right.

Something seemed to rekindle in him. Something tried to make an effort to light a candle in a pitch black room, to see if there was something other than the nothingness he was wandering around in. Kaz could feel it. His chest rose and fell as he sighed. He didn't want to hear those words, he didn't want to hear anything at the moment. The sight of Mort was enough.

But it didn't stay that way. No, instead his brother seemed to push the right buttons. Kaz had looked away, had bitten his lip while he tried so hard to ignore Mort. But this, he couldn't ignore. Kaz swiftly turned his head back at Mort. ''You want to know why?'' He spit out while he got up from the bed. For a short moment the room seemed to move around him, but Kaz ignored it. He turned his attention fully towards Mort, narrowed eyes and a lip that could be bitten open at any time. ''I asked you, no I demanded of you to leave my 'sorry' ass to die. You did this to yourself Mort. You didn't listen and now you are stuck with the consequences.'' Kaz raised his voice and clenched his fists. No, this was not to be blamed on him. His brother was at fault here and he had been since the beginning of this shitstorm.

Oh no, they were not doing this now. All Kaz wanted to do right now was drink that bottle until the bottom was in sight and stay where he was. On his bed, with only his thoughts as company. It was the best he could wish for right now, what else was there in this world for him? The people who were willing to offer him blood? Those people were now buried in his backyard, the life literally sucked out of them. A human Kaz would care, he would be in panic, he wouldn't be able to sleep beause he had sentenced people to their deaths by his own doing. But this Kaz? This Kaz didn't seem to give one flying fuck about anything. He let it pass by, it didn't get through. It was like he wasn't even here.

But now, now Mort seemed to push the right buttons. Because Kaz was seething with anger and hate at this moment, like he was about to cook over. Before he had processed the words, his fist already found Mort's cheek. And it hit hard. ''You call me a coward, while you seem to run away from every confrontation that hits your path.'' He was angry now and he made sure Mort would feel it. ''I don't care if you're happy or not. I don't give a single shit about you because you already seem to be so full of yourself!'' Kaz breathed heavily, like you usually do when you're angry. It didn't even came to his mind that he didn't even have to breathe to continue living. All he could focus on was Mort's face and how he gladly would punch his fist between his eyes.

''Maybe you should just go back to pretending you're dead. It seems to be the only thing you're good at!''

Kaz felt like he was standing on the edge. But not the edge he had been on these past days, where he was contemplating if jumping into the void would be better instead of sulking around all day like a zombie. No, this felt like the edge between being alive or the vast nothingness he had felt the past days. He had a choice, but Kaz didn't realise. No, he focused on his brother, the fact that the other did nothing but spit out words that shouldn't mean anything. But here they were.

Mort wanted a punch? He would get more than he bargained for. Kaz screamed before he full on tackled Mort onto the ground, landing on top of him. For a short moment he seemed to realise what he was doing, but then the rage took over again and a fist landed on his brothers jaw. And another one. He wanted to get punched? Well here he had it, Kaz wouldn't do anything more gladly than this. ''You're dead to me.'' Kaz hissed through his teeth as he was ready to punch again, and this time the target wouldn't be Mort's jaw.

Everything around him seemed to have vanished. All he had eye for was his brothers face and how much prettier it would look with all the blood. Kaz aimed again, wanted to hit hard this time even though he wasn't aware of the strength he posessed. But instead, something seemed to hit him.

Taken off guard, the book hit him right in the face. The sudden hit made him stumble, as far as he could in this position, backwards and he felt Mort slipping out underneath him. Kaz went with a hand over his lips but felt no damage, instead, his eyes shot at Allison, hearing her words. But it were Mort's that made him change the expression that was on his face. The anger was replaced with confusion. Kaz managed to get up and stare for a couple more seconds at the two. He wanted to ask what was going on, what Mort meant, but deep down he knew, he just had been too stubborn to listen to it. ''Get out.'' He hissed, though it sounded a lot less angry than earlier. No, this had some kind of sadness woven into it, like the one you hear when someone says they are doing fine while they are on the brink of falling apart. Because that was how Kaz felt.