Andy stood in the dark on his back patio looking at the night sky. He sang softly to himself, barely audible.
L’amour est un oiseau rebelle
Que nul ne peut apprivoiser,
Et c’est bien in vain qu’on l’appelle
S’il lui convient de refuser.
Rien n’y fait, menace ou prière.
L’un parle bien, l’autre se tait.
Et c’est l’autre que je préfère.
Il n’a rien dit mais il me plait.
Turning around he found his brother Max standing by the French doors that lead to the patio. Andy in his jeans and white dress shirt was in stark contrast to Max’s all black, mostly leather ensemble.
Max smiled. “I’m still in awe of the beauty of your voice baby brother.”
Andy gave Max a bro hug. “Thanks. You worked tonight?”
“I’m keeping the world safe for Vampires everywhere.”
“And you’re greatly appreciated by all of us.”
Max was a hunter of…
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