“Come on Izzy. You need to get up,” Sebastian said pulling on Izzy’s arm.

            “Why?” Izzy asked rolling over on his side, away from his partner in crime and all things unnatural. The silk felt good against his marble-like skin. It made him think of better times.

            “Look,” Sebastian huffed. “I said I was sorry.”

            “Sorry? You’re sorry!” Izzy snapped, sitting up. His eyes were red with venom. Sebastian just didn’t get it did he? How could he say he said he was sorry and think that would make it better. They had spent too many years together. It was such a weak thing to say. He looked into Sebastian’s baby blue eyes and watched as they tried to blink back tears.

            “Like you can cry,” Izzy said, his arms folded.

            “I didn’t think that you would be such a bitch about it!” Sebastian retorted. His black tuxedo made that swishing sound that always pissed Izzy off.

            “A bitch! I wasn’t the one-“ Izzy stopped for a minute and said nothing. He couldn’t say anymore or it was going to be worse than it already was.

            “Look! Nothing’s going on! I just don’t understand you. Tyrone and I are just friends! You know where my loyalty lies,” Sebastian said sounding exasperated.

            Why is he lying to me, Izzy thought? Did it really matter anymore? Was he just trying to stoke the embers a bit? Was it really over? Sebastian could be a real asshole. It was over! “I just don’t understand you! I’m the one who has been with you through the centuries! I’m the one who saved your ass when that woman tried to put a stake in you!”