Blood Shed Chapter 1: Prologue, a misc. books fanfic

Prologue

Blood. Blood all around. Pulsing, running, live blood. Not that crappy cold blood in a bag. With its tasteless steel taste. The warm, gushing, intoxicating blood of a young male or female. Preferably a male. Male blood is always the best. Its filled with pure testosterone, jealousy, sweat and most of all, hatred. These have been my thoughts since the day I was born. My parents didn't exactly like this. They didn't think that the vampire gene would come into their lives. It wasn't showed in the family for hundreds of years. They hated vampires but how could they disown their only son? They wouldn't thats for sure. They would love me for whoever or what ever I was. Or at least thats what I thought. One day father came home when I was three and saw me sucking on a blood bag from the blood bank. His face filled with disgust and he ripped the blood bag from me shouting profanities that I knew as "the words that should not be said."

"No one could ever care for a monster like you! Whoever loves you would be a fool! We don't need you! Your mother is going to have another one and you wont be needed! You should just rot in hell you little sad excuse of a fucking son! You should just die!"

I was then sent to my room. Since that day I talked less to my parents and stayed in my room. Eight months later Eric was born. All he did was cry. And when he wasn't crying all he did was look cute and innocent. Mother and father loved him so much they didn't pay any attention to their oldest son. So I started sneaking out at night and going to the park down the road. I know its dangerous for a three year old to go to the park at night but I was fed up with them. I found an old leather journal in the dumpster with only one or two pages in it. I ripped them out and took it home. I vented in it and told it what ever I wanted to say to my parents but never could.

By the time I was eight I did something that I shouldn't have done. I was home with Eric, or as I like to call him little Bastard, and mother. I went to the bathroom to write because lately they haven't been trusting me with my door open for some reason and I couldn't have them seeing my journal. When I was done I opened the door and Little Bastard was standing in front of me.

"Whats that in your hand Big Brother?" he asked with a smile on his face. Hes only five and he knows how to act all innocent. Eric doest have the vampire gene. And to make it even more hateful between us hes has perfect black hair that combs perfectly just like mother and father, and he has brown eyes like dad. Mother says I get my looks from my great grandmother Alex who called herself trickster because she was mad and mischievous. Anyway back to Little Bastard.

"Nothing!" I sneered at him and pushed him out of the way to go to the stairs. I guess I pushed him a little to hard because he started crying. I just shrugged my shoulders and went into down the stairs and into the kitchen. I was thirsty and hadn't drank any blood for a couple days. Humming a song from my favorite band I got a blood bag from the fridge and poured it into a cup. Pouring it made me hungry so I got out a chocolate muffin. Chocolates my favorite! It mixes greatly with blood. Humming and singing under my breathe I danced to my favorite song.

This tragedy is such a masterpiece.
We set the table and we watch them feast.
On the blood and the tears.
They drain from the years.
From the work of the young, young pioneers.

Let's go down together for one more chance.
The skeletons are screaming for one last dance.
It's all the same, the same old sound.
This is the end of the underground.

Woah, woah

The story has such a common theme.
We sign the line and we join the scene.
For the blood and the tears.
They drain from the years.
From the sweat of the young, young volunteers.

Let's go down together for one more chance.
The skeletons are screaming for one last dance.
It's all the same, the same old sound.
This is the end of the underground.

Please know that, you're not alone
Please know that, you're not alone
You're not alone
Please know that, you're not alone
You're not alone

Let's go down together for one more chance.
The skeletons are screaming for one last dance.
It's all the same, the same old sound.
This is the end of the underground.

By the time he was done he was smiling. That song always made him happy and nothing ever brought him down. It was lke the world couldnt hurt him.

"What are you smiling about monster?" his mother asked in a harsh tone as he turned around to face her.

"Im smiling because I know I wont always have to live here forever, Mother!" he sneered in the same tone right back at her.

"How dare you use the tone of voice with me! I brought you into this world I can take you out!"

"Bring it you disgusting bit-" Smack! She smacked me! She realy smacked me! I was furrious! So furious! I stomped right up to her then smacked her right back. With my vampire side coming into veiw my smack was ten times worse. She had a small handprint that would turn into a bruise. She also had blood on her Little Bastard ran right in and stood infront of her holding his hands right out at either side sheilding her.

"Leave her alone you big meany! Why do you always make mommy cry! Why cant you just leave her alone you monster! Dont hurt mommy! I love her!" stating that Little Bastard started crying and looking at me with pure hatred. It was then that I noticed something. And this something scared me so much. I realalized that I truly was a monster. No one could love me and they knew it. I could never be loved. Who ever loved me was a fool. My life just shattered at that moment. My name is trickster. I have pale blonde hair and mix matched eyes. Im eight years old. Eight years old and my family hates me. Im eight years old and im all alone in this entire world.