Disclaimer: All rights go to L. J. Smith. Though all original characters and plot are mine.
"Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr..." I blew through my lips making a buzzing noise. My arms were outspread at my sides. I ran along the edge of the brick wall. It was at least a five foot drop from the top. I ignored the dangers and happily pretended I was soaring through the air on my imaginary airplane. I jumped when the wall ended, rolling into a somersault in the grass. I sprang back to my feet and tore through the yard back to the house.
It was more a mansion than house. It was made from bricks and hardly had any kind of wood inside. If it looked wood chances were it was fake. The yard was gigantic and there was a large garden in the back. The inside was full of expensive furniture and portraits of my long line of family.
I sprinted from room to room even though I would most likely be scolded by one of our servants. But the odd thing was there were no servants around. My run faltered as I stumbled to my father's study. I cautiously pulled the door open.
"Mommy, I have something to show you," I called out. Usually father was in here and sometimes mother was as well. I walked with grace, trying my best to seem presentable. But it was empty as the rest of the house. So I headed to their bedroom knowing it was forbidden I entered anyways.
"Mommy? Daddy?" I whispered, now frightened. I saw father was lying on the far side of the bed. I bit my lip and hesitantly climbed on top of the bed. A shrill scream exploded through the silence. My father lie on top of the covers, a stake through his heart. His skin was graying, or was it yellowing?
I let out a low whimper, shaking his arm lightly. Then I screamed even louder when I saw my mother was on the floor. I jumped over to her body. There was a thin slice across her neck with a pool of blood surrounding her head. She also had a wooden stake in her left side. I grabbed her shoulders and shook violently.
"Mommy, please! Mommy!" I sobbed into her chest until my tears ran dry. Then at the age of nine I vowed to avenge my parents and find their killers. Even if it meant hurting many, killing some, and torturing a few. Even if it meant my own death.
Alek took long strides, carefully weaving through the people walking along the street. His hands were shoved into his jacket pockets. His jacket flew behind him as he speed walked. It was black and ankle length. Underneath he had a dark maroon t-shirt and black pants. He looked around in his early twenties, he had stopped aging awhile ago. Alek's shaggy blond hair hung in front of his dark almost black eyes.
He rounded a corner, not slipping in the freshly soaked street. It didn't matter too much if he were discovered, but he would avoid it if he could. Alek stopped at the large gate of an expensive estate. His old home. He shoved the gates open, then swiftly headed down the long driveway to the entrance.
On the door a black iris was painted and it was beginning to chip away. He drew his fingers around the edges then headed inside. Alek ran his eyes around the familiar surrounds. Almost everything had a thick covering of dust. There were cobwebs in every nook and cranny. Alek decided not to even bother with exploring the rest of the house, it'd only bring up memories he didn't care about any longer.
He drited up the stairs, straight to his parents bedroom. On the bed lay the empty, brownish yellow carcass of his father. Alek swallowed the lump in his throat, removing the wooden stake from his chest. The dead shell of his father's body collapsed and a large puff of smoke shot up into the air.
He spun the stake over in his hands. On one side there was strange writing which he assumed to russian or something along those lines. Alek nearly dropped the wood when he heard a clutter then a crash as if someone dropped china plates. He hissed under her breath, then headed down to the kitchen. He slid into the room, peering around to see who exactly had stolen inside. He saw the mess of broken plates laying in the middle of the floor.
"Show yourself now or I'll kill you on the spot,"Alek growled, his voice was assertive and powerful. Suddenly a man shoot up from behind a counter, his hands above his hand in surrender. "What are you doing in my house?"
"I was simply curious," The boy – who actually seemed older, probably around the age Alek appeared to me – said coolly. His whipped his silver blond hair out of his face. His roots were black, and rather obvious. A cigarette hung from his mouth lazily.
"Curious?" Alek wrinkled his nose at the smell of tobacco and burning chemicals. "Ever heard the phrase curiosity killed the cat?"
"Hm," The boy simply said. He stayed behind the safety of the the counter, "I know exactly what you are."
"You do, huh? Then you should know that I can snap you neck as easily as a twig. And I wouldn't hesitate to keep my secret quiet." Alek let out a menacing snarl, taking only a few steps to get to the counter. He could easily reach across and grab the boy by the collar of his shirt. "Give me a reason to spare you, human."
"I have information about who killed your parents," The boy didn't move away from Alek even when he started leaning closer toward him. But then their intense stare down was broken when there was another crash, this time from the room just next to them.
"I'll deal with you later," Alek ran to the door and swung it open. He saw nothing inside, and when he turned around the boy was no where to be seen. He let out a frustrated sigh, slowly taking a few steps inside. Then something hard hit him the back of his head and everything went black.
My first Night World fanfic! Yay! Sorry it's so short, I'll probably end up adding the first chapter on it once I finish the first chapter. I just wanted to put this up. R&R please?