Not really sure if I should continue on this or not but this was something I wrote for class one day and I felt that I should post it up. Warning for violence and gore!
The Childs POV:
It took my poor mother four hours and fifty-nine minutes for her to realize that I was not a normal child. It took her another three seconds for her scream to reach her lips. Then it took about fifty-seven seconds before my poor father reached the room with the doctors. So I suppose you could say that it took my life about five hours to get doomed. For five hours my life was perfect, and then it all shattered. First my mother and father tried to live with my doom. They tried to feed me with rats and small birds. I ate them but it gave me no satisfaction. They tried to take me to doctors but they ran in fear of my appearance. My father tried his best to act as if all was normal and hid me inside the house where I wouldn't get hurt. They dared not giving me a name though in fear that it would call for something more evil from beneath. My life shattered for real when my poor mother gave birth to a boy, Feliciano. He was by far the sweetest thing I had ever seen. He was always giggling at something and he seemed to love everyone. I adored the child back then, but one night would change everything. For some reason, I couldn't sleep. If it was nightmare or some sound around me, I couldn't remember. Whatever the reason was, I got up. I was thirsty so I decided to go find something. As I neared the kitchen I could hear my parents talking in hushed tones. It was silly really. After two years, they still didn't know how good my hearing was. I didn't even bother to feel curious. Instead I resumed the hunt of some sort of food. I found some rats but it was far from satisfactory. I needed something more. Right to my left was Feliciano's room. His door was slightly ajar as my brother was scared of darkness. I had no idea what drove me but suddenly I had forced the door open and snuck inside. It was a nice room compared to my cold empty room with nothing but old bones and feathers. I snuck closer to the crib where my precious brother was resting. He had since long kicked his blanket away and as he leaned his head to the left his neck was slightly exposed. It was a delicious smell. I leaned closer as to explore the smell. It truly was amazing. I was just some inches away when a sharp scream rung through the house. I swirled around to see my terrified mother in the doorway. I had still trails of blood from the rats before and that seemed to make her even more hysterical. Father came running into the room only shortly after with the same look of fear in his eyes. It made me scared so I instinctively backed closer to the bed. The must have been straw to something for at that moment she stopped screaming. It seemed like she turned into a whole new person. With the calmest voice I had ever heard she said.
"Darling, we need a cage."
I screamed, I cried, I did anything I could think of to get out of my prison but it was all futile. My parents ignored me and kept me locked away in the basement. I was scared and hungry for they would not feed me and the basement was empty. It was dark around me apart from what little light shone through the door. One night I heard they talk.
"I've called for an expert. He has promised to help us get rid of it."
Mother refused to refer to me as a human being.
"What do we do until then?"
"We wait."
I had completely lost track of time by the time I finally heard a knock on the front door. Little did I know how important that knock would turn out to be.
The Knockers POV.
This was planned to be quick and simple. Get in, feed, and leave. It was a small cottage, one of those you read about in books with thatched roofs and pretty gardens swelling with delightful flowers. I never liked those houses; they usually turned out to be containing something evil. I chuckled coldly at my own thoughts. Well at least soon this house would match to that description.
Francis, my handsome blonde friend from France gave me a puzzled look for a moment before knocking at the wooden door. After a little while it opened revealing a tall man and a beautiful woman by his side. The moment the door opened I was struck by the scent of something far more delicious than anything in the world. Gilbert, my mysterious albino friend from Germany noticed my reaction and gave me a warning look. I just smiled goofily at him. I suddenly realized that neither one of us had said anything. The couple was looking. With a nervous laugh Francis started.
"Bonjour Monsieur. Bonjour Mademoiselle." He said with a swift bow.
"Who are you?" The man asked.
Francis faked the most hurt look you could possibly imagine.
"I'm sorry for my rudeness sir. We are simply three travelers with a lot of infortune.
The man didn't look too convinced.
"And what do you want from us?"
Before Francis could answer, Gilbert had taken a step forward.
"Please all we ask for is to stay the night and we will continue on at first sunrise." They still didn't look convinced.
"We don't have that kind of space. We are very poor."
"Please we…"
By that my brain zoned out and all I could think of was that delicious smell. With a swift motion with my hand the other two silenced.
"There is a vampire here."
I noticed with satisfaction that the couple froze. Gilbert caught on to my lie.
"Ja, I thought I recognized the smell."
"Oui, it seems like we are at the right place then." There was a flicker of hope in the woman's eyes.
"Are you the professionals?"
We all exchanged confused looks. Did they really have a vampire here? We didn't really want to interfere with that, but we were desperate. Francis smiled again.
"Oui, we were informed by our master that there was a vampire in the area that needed to be dealt with."
"So you are sent by Mr. Edelstein."
I could feel myself tense by the name and I shot a short glance at Gilbert. He seemed unfazed, but his eyes told a different story. He cracked a smile at the couple.
"Ja, he has taught us everything we know.
A strange laugh escaped the woman's lips and she stepped aside to let us in. The husband still looked slightly suspicious but he let it be. I had to fight the hardest not to smirk. He had every right to be suspicious. As we stepped in Francis took the role of leader. Such as we always did. This wasn't the first time we pretended to be vampire hunters to get into someone's house. Francis was the leader, ordering the other two of us around. I was the experienced with eyes for details and such. Gilbert had the worst job. He acted as the real slayer. It was as simple as that. Oh how everything would change. We entered the kitchen with a fake carefulness scanning the area from corner to corner. As we walked around the small area I took in all useful details such as silver items, crucifix, stakes and so on. As I watched Francis turned to the couple.
"So you are dealing with vampires? Where is it?"
The wife shot a glance at the door seemingly leading down the basement. Francis shrugged. It was obvious that he had no intentions in actually going down there. Gilbert gave the same impression.
"Alright let's get down there."
Both Francis and Gilbert shot me a long glance. What had I just said? I myself was surprised. When I heard that there was a vampire in the house, I had just shrugged it off as some poor bastard who had done something really stupid. That meant nothing to me. If you got yourself in trouble, then that was your own problem. I was lucky to have Francis and Gilbert as my allies but I somehow doubted that they would risk their lives for me. In all, one man to themselves. Yet there was something in the back of my mind that told me to check on this vampire.
"Antonio mon Ami, what are you doing?
Francis had gone over to French instead so the couple wouldn't understand. Gilbert continued in German.
"Ja, what the hell!"
I simply shrugged and answered in Spanish.
"What harm will it do? In worst case we can save him from his misery."
"Dude, I know I'm the "vampire slayer" and all, but I could NEVER really kill one. That's not how I work."
It was true. However cruel Gilbert might be in situations, he had some morals. Such as not slaying an innocent vampire.
"Si, si mi Amigo, and I don't judge you for them. But who knows, it might be one of the Russian vampires. How often do you run into an opportunity like that?"
Francis sighed.
"Alright, I see no real use in it, but we will go down. Make it quick though, I don't have all day."
He said the last part in English flipping his hair in a dramatic gesture and headed for the door.
I was beyond disgusted as I entered the basement. It was dark and moist and it had a smell of urine and mold mixed the smell of blood. In the darkest corner stood a cage, not much bigger than it could hold a cat and in there sat a petrified little child so skinny you could see the ribs sticking out. Dirty red hair stuck to his forehead shadowing wide almost emerald eyes.
"Dégoûtant."
Francis whispered next to me. I knew what he was thinking. Despite what he was doing he had taken a small child under his care, and that boy couldn't have been much older than this one. I shot a glance back at Gilbert, but he looked unfazed by it all.
The boy started trembling as they got closer. Francis took a deep breath before taking his role again.
"How did he get here?"
"He is our son."
I could see the disgust all over Francis face and even Gilbert seemed to react.
"How old is he?"
"A little more than two years old."
He was the exact same age as Francis child. I knelt down so that I could further investigate the boy. He instantly flinched away, but I didn't judge him.
"I'm guessing he is what we called an original vampire." Francis said in a strained voice. The mother nodded.
"I'm surprised, you still have him. Most parents sent them at the gate the moment they are born." It was Gilbert who had spoken. He stood leaned against the cold stone wall, gazing at the group with blank crimson eyes. The parents didn't answer so I returned to the child. He had bruises and scars, covering his little body, probably inflicted when forcing him into the cage. His eyes were filled with tears. He was so thin.
"What will you do with it?"
I could see from the corner of my eyes how Francis tensed, as did Gilbert. Gilbert cracked a smile.
"Well unless you just want to do it the simple way, being to let him run of free and let the nature do her job, there is really only a few solutions. The problem with a born vampire is that they are very tricky to kill. A normal vampire can always be killed by plain silver and be threatened by a simple cross. The born vampires however have to be torn apart, piece by piece starting with the eyes and finishing with the head."
The father paled considerably.
"I-i-is, is there n-no o-o-oth-ther wa-w-way?"
I pondered the question for a moment. The answer came to me only seconds later.
" If I let him drink my blood, I might be able to save him."
Francis and Gilbert stared at me in pure disbelief.
"Have you completely lost you mind!?" Francis almost yelled making the child flinch back. I stood my ground.
"You know that my brother can help him, but he won't make it that far if he doesn't get to eat."
"Dude, I know you have faith in dein Bruder and stuff, but do you have a death wish or something?"
"It's not up to us anyway." Francis stated calmly and turned to the parents. "How do you want to do?"
I smirked inwardly. After Gilbert's ghost story of how to kill a vampire we all thought for sure that they would just let him run of. Oh how wrong we were.
"Kill it!"
We all turned in disbelief to the mother as she stood there staring manically at the child.
"Pardon?"
"I called you here to get rid of that child, and that is what I will do. Kill it."
Gilbert left the wall and strolled over to where the couple and Francis stood, as did I.
"Are you seriously saying that you want your own son ripped into pieces?"
"That is not my child, and I want it dead."
I could see that Francis was fighting his professional side and his fatherly side. It seemed that the fatherly was getting the best of him.
"I can't let that happen Madame."
"I called you here and you will do as I say." She said.
"I don't think you realize what you are saying."
"I want it dead, that's all I have to realize."
" Toni, Frenchie I really don't think she understands what she is saying."
There was a cold chuckle from Francis and I finally let the smirk appear on my lips.
"Si, Si I think you are alright mi Amigo. "
With a short glance the two of us walked in a circle until we stood on either side of the father. In a silent agreement we took a good hold of his arms.
"What on earth do you think you are doing?"
Francis cooed into his ear.
"I noticed from the beginning that you wanted no harm on the boy. I find no other explanation as to why he was kept alive for this long. Say it loud, do you want your son torn into pieces?"
The man was starting to panic.
"No! Never!"
"I thought so." Gilbert mused as he got nearer. "Well fear not, we will do all in our power to change your wife's mind."
I leaned in closer as well whispering in a soothing manner.
"Fear not, a man with a pure heart is welcome in heaven. Gilbert?"
I gave Gilbert a questioning look and he nodded in agreement.
" I do believe I said you'd start with the eyes."
The Childs POV.
I watched in horror as the scary albino reached out five claw like fingers towards my father's face. He was struggling the best he could to get free but the two men were far too strong. I whimpered as the basement was filled with agonized screams and maniac laughter. My mother screamed as well but was somehow held back with one of the albino's hands. He threw the eye globe away with a snort. He then turned to father again and with a smirk he reached out again. I dared not move as hands, feet, legs and arms was ripped of his body and thrown onto the floor. At some point my mother had gone from screaming to petrified sobbing. I don't know what it was, but somehow my poor father was still alive blood and tears streaming. The albino backed off with a grin and took a steady grip of my mother's wrist and pulled her so that she could stare directly into father empty holes.
"This is what we will do to your child. Is that your wish?"
Mother looked between father and I in pure horror.
"Do it."
The albino sighed and leaned in closer to father again.
"Sorry, we really tried to get her to change her mind."
With that he swiftly twisted fathers head and what little life was left in him drained away in the blood. The tan man with the Spanish accent reached inside his bloodstained shirt and pulled out a golden cross. He pressed it gently to his lips.
"Father, welcome this son of yours. He died out of love for his son."
The other two followed his example and mumbled some prayers as well. They now turned to mother. The albino spoke.
"There is another way to kill a born vampire."
He was speaking silently with not too much care in his voice.
"What is that?"
The albino smirked.
"Some say it's less painful than ripping someone apart, but I have a different meaning."
He was getting closer and closer to mother by every word.
"Tell me what it is."
"Well, mein Frau. It's very simple…"
I whimpered as the albino reached out quickly and ripped her heart out. With a short gasp, she fell to the ground next to the remaining's of my father.
"You just take out the source of her cruelty."
Antonio's POV.
Gilbert looked nonchalantly at the heart for a moment then tossed it away.
"That was a waste of time. Let's get this guy a proper funeral before we head home, shall we?"
Gilbert was already gathering the limps of my father into a pile on the floor.
"Oui, although I hate to get mud stains on my tunique."
Gilbert snickered.
"You're already covered in blood anyway."
"Oui, but that is different. You know how hard it is to get mud of silk."
I rolled my eyes.
"Si, but blood is a piece of cake."
Francis chuckled.
"When you live with a new born vampire with a strange fascination of bloodbaths, you get used to it."
The mention of his son turned my attention back to the poor child in the cage. I really did pity him. Francis and Gilbert noticed my distraction.
"What do you want to do mon Ami?"
I didn't answer; instead I reached out the heavy lock to the door. It was in purest silver but that didn't really faze one bit.
With practiced ease I broke the lock and let the door creak open. As expected he pushed himself further back. I started to unbutton the buttons on the bottom on my sleeve to expose my wrist. With greatest care I reached out towards the child and whispered.
"Hola, my name is Antonio. You don't have to be scared little one."
The child whimpered, but then he must have caught the scent of my blood for he slowly crept forward.
I reached a little more and whispered.
"Don't worry. Just eat."
The child's POV:
I looked hesitantly at the hand stretched towards me. I had never eaten human blood and this man had just helped to rip my father into pieces. Yet I realized that it was futile to resist the offer as my lust for blood grew stronger for each second. After a few moments of hesitation I crawled the last bit until I was close to the stranger that he could have touched me, yet he didn't. He sat perfectly still. With tiny fingers I reached out to touch him. I could feel warmth. Looked at him for a moment into endless green eyes before I sunk my teeth into his wrist right were his veins lay. I could feel him tense a second, but he didn't pull back.
For my entire life so far I had fed on rats and birds, but nothing was compared to this. The sensation of it all was overwhelming. I could feel his heartbeats joining in sync to my own. I tasted his blood, far more delicious than anything I had yet tasted. It had a strange sweetness to it that I couldn't explain. I wanted to know more of this amazing taste but was interrupted by a hand on my head. I pulled back to look in bewilderment at the man.
"You mustn't eat too much mi Tomata. You will only get sick."
I felt myself flare a little. Who was he to call me a tomato? I was still hungry and his words didn't please me one bit. I could feel a pout forming on my lips and I shot him an angry glare. He looked slightly taken aback actually and first I thought that he was actually going to comply with my unspoken wishes. Boy, was I wrong. Instead of reaching his hand out again, he let out a squeal of adoration, and before I knew it he had pulled me into a tight hug.
"You're just too cute!"
I wanted to protest but I found that I really didn't mind being stuck in his strong arms. I felt safe. I think the blood had made me sleepy, because I soon found myself wrapping my arms around the Spaniard and burry my head into his blood covered chest.
Antonio smiled adoringly down at me and placed a tender kiss on my forehead.
"Sleep, Lovino. You will always be safe in my arms. Now mi Amigos, I believed we are done here."
I could feel him getting up and started walking up the stairs soon followed by his two friends.
As we entered the kitchen I felt a delicious smell spreading around the room and I finally remembered my brother. From where I was, I could see him sleeping peacefully in his bed. It was a miracle that he hadn't woken up. The others didn't seem to notice him. There are days that I regret not letting them know about my poor brother, but with the judgment of a small child, I couldn't really process that he'd eventually starve to death, so I left him be. Instead I leaned my head to Antonio's chest again and soon drifted off to sleep.
I don't know how long I slept, but when I woke up I could hear the three talking I silent voices.
"What's up with that Lovino name anyway?" I perked my ears in recognition at the name Antonio had used earlier. I felt him chuckle.
"I can't really call him It, can I?"
"Nein, but why Lovino?"
There was a moment of silence as Antonio seemed to ponder the question.
"I don't know really. It just came to me." He said with a laugh, thereby ending the discussion. I whined a little at the sudden movement and Antonio looked down at me with a bright grin.
"Ah, look who's awake!"
I really wasn't in the mood of acting cute, so I just pouted earning another squeal of adoration from the man.
Francis chuckled as well.
"Papa! Papa!"
We all looked up to see a small blonde in a blood-soaked nightshirt coming towards them with a huge smile on his face. As he neared, Francis knelt down with open arms welcoming him into an embrace. With a giggle, the child took a leap the last part throwing him into a tight embrace. Francis just laughed and hugged him back. I gaged a little at all the cuteness around me, but no one seemed to notice. We started walking again with the little boy scooped into his papa's arms.
"Well if mon Petit Matthew is here, then I believe we are nearing home."
And he was right. Only a two minute walk later we entered a tiny glade with tents placed randomly about the area. A stared in awe as we passed several of them and what felt like hundreds of different people. As Antonio noticed my admiration he smiled a little and whispered in my ear.
"Welcome home.
And thus, with those words, I was no longer the nameless monster in the cottage. I was Lovino, the born vampire and the ward of Antonio Carriedo Fernandez, the vampire of the south.