Finally, thirty minutes later, they had the mattresses out.
Felix put his mattress in his room, along with his nightstand and bedframe they’d unearthed in the process.
Telling Felix good night, Bruno went back downstairs. He began trying to make sense of the chaos in the living room.
He completely dug the TV out, along with the Blu-ray, the DVD’s, the game consoles, along with the games that went with it. Just as he got them all placed on the entertainment center shelves, he heard a noise behind him and turned.
“Why are you still up?” Bruno questioned. “Did I make too much noise?”
Felix shook his head. ”Nein, I couldn’t sleep. We don’t need much sleep anyway, and who can sleep with the thought of this?”
Bruno laughed. “Ah… OCD kicking in?”
Felix nodded, looking sheepish. “I began thinking about all those boxes, stacks, and stacks of boxes.”
“I’ll finish what I’m working on here, and you start in the kitchen,” Bruno said. “It might be nice to be able to find the stuff to make coffee with if nothing else.”
“Alright,” Felix agreed, turning toward the kitchen.
At one o’clock in the morning, they flopped down on the couch with a sigh.
“Well, I’m glad that much unpacking is now complete,” Felix said with a groan.
"Ja,” was Bruno’s thoughtful reply.
Felix raised his arms, about to put his hands behind his head. Instead, he paused and frowned. “Whew, I stink!”
Bruno took a sniff of Felix before wrinkling his nose. ”Ja, you do,” he agreed. Then, after getting a whiff of himself, he muttered, “but then, so do I.”
Felix looked at Bruno, and Bruno looked back at him.
“Shower?” Bruno asked.
So, jumping up, they both went to shower off the smell.
After his shower, Bruno decided to go straight to bed. His room was still a disaster area, but he didn’t care. He didn’t even have sheets, so he pulled out his comforter, and laying it across the bed, he stretched out on it.
Raising his voice slightly, he called out, ”Gute Nacht, Felix.”
A minute later, Felix answered, ”Gute Nacht, Bruno.”
So, with a smile on his face, Bruno slept.
“So, are you going to go see Leo today?” Felix asked as he stepped out on the porch.
Bruno glanced up from where he was half laying on the back-porch swing, coffee cup perched on his chest. “I’m thinking about it. However, I should probably finish cleaning my room first. Then I might be able to find some clothes to wear,” he grumbled, “and my sheets.”
“Late nights and early mornings do not look good on you, Bruder,” Felix teased as he laughed. “You act way too human sometimes.”
“Ja, I know,” Bruno agreed with a yawn. “Oh, and before I forget, Vater said one of us needs to go pick up our supply today.”
“Good,” Felix said. “I haven’t had a drink in a couple of days, and the mailman was looking pretty good when he left this package for you a few minutes ago.”
Bruno sat up, puzzled. Who would be sending me a package? Only the family knows where I’m at right now. So, he asked, “Package?”
Felix handed it over.
Bruno stared at the plain brown box. He hadn’t ordered anything either, and the address was unfamiliar. So, turning it in his hand, Bruno lengthened a nail and cut through the tape. Opening it, he looked inside to find a book.
“What is it?” Felix asked.
“A book,” he answered.
“A book?” Felix snickered. “Whoever sent you a book doesn’t know you at all. If they did, they’d know you don’t read!”
Picking up the book, Bruno found a paper under it. It read: I thought this might help you find a woman since I’ve found mine. After all, South Dakota needs a good playboy. —Dean
Bruno snarled at the note, and who wrote it. He then flipped the book to look at the title. “Even Playboys Need Love, by Dean Bram.”
Felix began to laugh then. “Oh, Bruder, when are the two of you going to sort out your differences?”
“Never!” Bruno hissed. “He just wants to rub my face in the fact that he now has a Geliebte, and I do not!”
Felix didn’t say anything, and Bruno glanced over at him to find him looking down. His face was sad.
“Dean has waited a very long time for his Geliebte Bruno,” Felix said as he looked up, his green eyes emotion-filled. “We will find ours, won’t we?”
Bruno put his arm around his Bruder and sighed. “I won’t lie and say Ja, we will, because only the fates know the answer to that question. I will say though that I hope we do and…”
Bruno looked out across the yard. “I have this… restless feeling as if my beast is right on the surface and wanting out. It started the moment the jet landed and has grown stronger. I think that maybe meine Geliebte is here.”
“Mm… well then, I hope you find her,” Felix said softly.
“I hope you find your Geliebte, Felix,” Bruno said just as softly.
Felix stood up and stretched before leaving the room, and Bruno to his thoughts.
After Felix went back inside, Bruno finished his coffee and sat watching the birds flutter through the trees. He then glanced down at his watch before heading inside to dress and calling a limo to come to pick him up.
“First thing I need to do after seeing Leo is to find a car!” He muttered as the limo pulled up in the driveway.
It was only about a ten-minute drive to the big building downtown that read ‘Smythe Enterprises’ on the side of it. Bruno had to admit; it was a sight to behold.
“Just drop me off in the front,” he told the driver. “I’ll call if I need you later.”
“Yes, sir,” the driver answered as he pulled over.
Getting out, Bruno stood for a moment, taking in all the sights and all the people around him. This town was much busier than the one they’d left. He shook his head and wondered how his Bruder did it every day, being a vampire with so many walking blood bags around him.
Bruno shuddered because he knew Leo struggled with the beast inside more than all the rest of them put together.
So, straightening his shoulders, Bruno pushed the door open. He then stepped inside the cool building and took a deep breath. With that breath, he felt his beast stir as he caught the faint scent of something. Something good.
“Sir, can I help you?” A woman asked.
Bruno turned to look toward the woman standing behind a long counter, and with a smile, headed her way. He told her, “Yes, ma’am, I’m looking for Leo Vogel, who works somewhere in this building.”
“Do you have an appointment with Mr. Vogel?”
“Ah, no,” he said with a frown. “I didn’t know I would need one to see him.”
She gave a light laugh. “No, you probably don’t, but it’s a protocol to ask. If your answer had been yes, I would have called upstairs and told Mr. Vogel’s secretary that his next appointment was here so that she could prepare Mr. Vogel.”
“Oh. Well, can you tell me what floor I can find Mr. Vogel on?” Bruno asked her.
She cocked her head and studied him for a moment. “You know, you look an awful lot like him.”
Bruno chuckled before saying, “We get that a lot, but I like to think I’m the better looking one. Although, I suppose Camilla would disagree with that.”
“Yes, she probably would. I don’t think I’ve ever seen two people more in love than those two,” she told him with a dreamy sigh.
He snorted. “Wait until you meet my other two married Bruders. They’re just as sickening.”
“Mm… I hope one day to find a love like that,” she said. Then straightening suddenly, she cleared her throat and said, “Anyway, you’ll find his office on the fifteenth floor. His and Mrs. Camilla’s is the only two there.”
He gave her a big smile. “Thank you.”
Then, turning, he made his way past the security guard, who gave him a nod, to the elevators. He quickly pushed the floor number, and the elevator opened, allowing him to step inside.