Bottles clattered around on the bottom of the black van. The back windows were darkly tinted and blocked out the sun. Black paint, save for a few carefully chipped of circles, stopped the sun from streaming through into the front. Edge sat in the passenger’s seat, half-finished bottle of vodka loosely gripped in his hands, while his companion, affectionately known for the past few hundred years as Nobody, drove recklessly, throwing his own empty bottle into the back, hearing it land on the ever growing pile. This, Edge thought, is what I’ve been missing, and this is my life. They sped along the stretch of road leading to the flat Nobody had inhabited for the past 10 years he had spent in New Orleans. It was dark, disgusting, rancid, and above all, it was home. The wheels screeched as Nobody turned into the alley that provided the makeshift parking garage and the least sunlit entrance. Almost knocking over Edge’s bike, Nobody stopped short of making contact, and before the van came to a full stop, Edge stumbled out and fell into the door leading to the apartment. Nobody followed, tripping on his long leather jacket as they ascended the stairs. Drinking once more from the bottle before throwing it against the wall, Edge pushed open the door. Once inside, he threw aside the random debris on the couch, and lay face up, tracing brown water stains on the ceiling, and likening them to the clouds he would never see. Nobody flung himself onto the chair without moving a thing, and consequently, sitting on plates, and cups, and also not caring. All his mortal life, and half of his vampiric one, he had been forced to live a Spartan existence, but since coming to the ‘colonies’ more than a hundred years ago, he had more than made up for it.
"You have any food?" Edge asked, aware of a dim hunger worming its way out. Nobody shrugged.
"Fucked if I know."
"We need food."
"No, we don’t." Nobody shot back, tossing Edge a bottle of whatever lay beside him. He caught it, and downed the remainder.
"But I think we need food."
"Shit, Edge, we don’t. You wanna live here, then no food, got it?" Edge mumbled something, and Nobody made a weak attempt to stand. "Besides, when you’re always drunk, you don’t need food, smarts, or any of that other boring shit. All you need is more alcohol, blood, the occasional lay, and someone to drive you around. And we have them all. My boy, we have got it made once again." Edge groaned.
"I haven’t had so much to drink since the last time I stayed here." Nobody laughed harshly.
"Well, at least its one thing you can count it. Getting pissed until you can’t think. It’s a damn better life than all of that sticky sweet love crap you were telling me about." He stopped to light a cigarette. "I for one am glad you left that moody little bitch that drove you away. Now you can live how vampires are meant to." He grinned at Edge, who reciprocated his smile, anticipating the next nights events, and maybe a little revenge.