The creak of a door being opened could be heard as two men stumbled out of a bland building, soaking wet head to toe. High pitched laughter could be heard echoing in the abandoned alleyway, glass glittering on the floor crunching under the weight of the two individual’s footsteps.
“Now
that was a time, Lamar! Why, I’m half a bubble off plumb!” Emil spoke, whipping his curly damp hair around, flinging water every which was as he went. The brown pinstriped suit he had been wearing was completely drenched alongside his felt hat of the same color, yet the vampire still seemed in a jovial mood. The man beside him who was much younger looking was an equal disaster, dressed in a blue dress shirt and business pants, you’d have thought a water balloon fight broke out in the office. The darker haired male with the blue shirt looked much younger- perhaps in his mid-twenties, and brandished a thick cigar between his mouth, spewing smoke throughout the region and saying not a word in response to Emil’s comments. Sometimes Lamar was like that.
The two stepped together onward into the darkness- not even a streetlamp lit this street but both bodies seemed to know the correct path. As they moved exhaustedly, Lamar slipped the opposite direction from Emi, which went completely unnoticed by the vampire who was still reeling in the excitement of the events they had partaken in. Still, Emil spoke on as if the young lad was right by his side, cranking his neck from side to side yet never hearing that satisfactory crack sound he yearned for.
“Time to call it a day, I suppose. What say you, Lamar?” He paused, waiting for a response…which regularly was quite instantaneous. His friend was not one to bite his tongue or contemplate what answer might be suitable- usually the fae just spit out whatever he was thinking without refrain. The atmosphere was silent. Emil turned his head beside him for the first time since leaving the building to realize that all that was left of his friend was the lingering sent of cigar smoke. There was no Lamar in sight.
“…Lamar?” Emil called out softly, deciding this must have been another one of the male’s tantalizing jeers, likely to get back at him for a mistake Emil had unintentionally made in front of company that had sizzled underneath the fae’s skin. Yet…there was no response, and quite out of the blue the smell of smoke because pungent in the air and the immortal’s senses could tell that
this smoke was not of a cigar at all…it was of a fire.
Crinkling his eyebrows together in query, the immortal continued to breath in the scent and his body began to wander towards the source of the scent. He rounded the corner of the ally way, only to see flames licking upon a pile of what appeared to be only old newspapers and empty plastic bottles…a picture perfect catalyst that had in an instant brought the file of flammable objects to their fate. At the bottom of the pile, Emil could still faintly make out remains of a cigar.
LAMAR! Emil mentally screamed, eyes wild and hands clenching the air reminiscent of strangling the fae.
“By Jove!” He finally shrieked out loud, taking off his coat and hitting the flames as best as he could…though it didn’t seem to be working and his jacket soon caught aflame, prompting him to remove it from the fire and stomp it out with his own two feet. He was in a predicament…surely. There was only so much that a fellow could do when they didn’t have a truck to spew water from.
From his pocket he pulled out a fairly water blotted cellular device, pressing the red ‘emergency’ button the front that was available even in its locked mode and pressing it to his ear.
“
911 what’s your emergency? ” The voice on the other line called out.
“There’s a fire and I’ve tried to put it out but it’s not quite working and-” Emil was cut off by the operator once again.
“
Hello? 911, what’s your emergency? ” The voice spoke out once more.
“I said, there’s a fire and I’ve tried to put it out but-”
“
I’m disconnecting you now. I can’t hear anything,”
“Now wait a minute here! I-” The line went dead. Emil sighed heavily.
Apparently, water damage did things to a phone. He looked to the fire. It was only growing. Heavens…he couldn’t just walk away from this!
“…Fire! Somebody! Help!” He hollered out as loudly as he possibly could…which was terribly loud considering his skills at projection, likely amplified enough to span miles for those who had extraordinary hearing capacities like he did.
He decided firmly, and with much love, that the next time he saw Lamar he was going to beat him backwards with a shovel until he came up with a rational reason why he’d started a fire for heaven’s sake and left
him to deal with it. Wherever that boy was, he’d be in deep doo-doo later.