Twilight Roleplay contest: David Feast (OC, ex-character of the roleplay)
Title: Unloved Boy
Author: TheName'sBob
Summary: In David's mind – and David's mind was, usually, a happy place – winter was cold, harsh, and most of all, lonely – and he has to reflect upon that, at some point. When better than Valentine's Day?
Word count: 562
Disclaimer: David and Iris belong to TheName'sBob, and Sammy is an MUC from the Twilight Roleplay!
Unloved Boy
In David's mind – and David's mind was, usually, a happy place – winter was cold, harsh, and most of all, lonely.
Undoubtedly, most people took David for a carefree three year old.
Don't get the wrong idea, because David Feast is not a kid. He is, in fact, a twenty-one year old vampire – with the mind of a three year old, being the immature prat he is.
Yet somewhere inside David, is a boiling fury.
A fury that was at some point quenched by love, a love that disappeared, a love that he never got to see again, because she died, did David's mother, in a car crash when he was sixteen.
When he became a vampire, young David did find love. That love failed, because he ran from what he feared – he feared failure, and pain, and that was all he began to see.
Deep inside him, each and every time he thought of that pain, and the unwelcome failure, David thought of Iris – his niece, his dead niece, the niece killed by his best friend. His niece the wolf, the girl who at first accepted her uncle and then threw him away, young and careless - idiotic, in David's mind, like the rest of those mutant wolves.
She'd gotten cocky, had Iris. The little girl he'd once cared for had wanted to end his life – that was why he'd forgiven Sammy.
David hadn't completely been sure about what loneliness was before the Christmas that had just past. Sammy had her own family, and David, nothing.
Perhaps, Iris wouldn't have gone so wrong if David had cared more, if he'd been more mature.
Maybe, she wouldn't have even phased in the first place.
No, he couldn't think like that – she would have phased anyways, it was the genes, not upbringing...
Everybody he'd ever managed to fail flashed before him.
His mother – he distracted her, he'd told the stupid joke...
Then his father – David had caused him years of his own loneliness, by killing his wife.
His younger brother, whose daughter David had cared for, had turned against her own family.
Finally, there was Iris – the daughter of the brother, the niece who'd gotten too cocky about herself, and thought she could take down vampires alone. The last one who could've had any chance of showing David love, showing him that life was no longer miserable...
Poor, poor boy, the poor unloved boy of the once large Feast family...the last in his family, the last one to rebuild everything that ever was...but no...he had become a vampire, and now, there was no chance, no hope, no nothing. Just an immortal man, with nothing but life, and only a life that kept him remembering, kept him failing, kept him lonely.
Trapped, within his own mind, within his own pain, a horrible feeling, no matter what you think of it personally.
The clock ticked onto the fourteenth of February – Valentine's Day, something he had no need to celebrate before, because there was nobody ever there to give a Valentine's. The previous year had been very different – there'd been no Forks, no love, no nothing.
This time was different, because he had experienced love in the year that had passed.
Amazing, really, for the Unloved Boy.
In David's mind – and David's mind was, usually, a happy place – winter was cold, harsh, and most of all, lonely.