Hello, My Dear Readers and welcome to the revision of Life of a Caterpillar, a lovely story. The even more lovely cover art was drawn by Tsari Torment for this story. Thank you so much! This story is honestly my pet project and I hope you enjoy it. I am now in I am so glad you have all been so nice to wait for me to put the plot back in order. This story is rated 'M' for gore, gruesome details and overall disturbing plot. Hey, it's the Granz brothers. It's bound to be twisted. Danke, Aceidia

Chapter 1

London, 1895

"Ahhh! Ceion! Pleas-Mum! Ceion's pulling my hair again!" Alair screamed, trying his best to escape his brother's hold. "Make him stop!"

"You are going to need it trimmed anyhow!" Ceion cried, giving his brother's rich brown shoulder length hair another tug. "And besides, it looks girly!"

"Ahhh!" Alair kicked his brother's shin. "You're so mean! And it-ow!"

Their mother rushed into the room to find her youngest crying in the other's death grip. She was wearing a blue and white dress that matched the bonnet she wore over her pin-curled hair. On her face was a scowl and in her hands was a purse she would surely use to paddle them both. "Children! Ceion let your brother go! And Alair, your hair does need a trimming. It is far to long to-"

"No!" Alair wailed, the little eight-year-old protectively covering his head with his hands. "I don't want to go to the barber's!"

"Well you have to." Ceion loved being the oldest and the most wise. "Because no gentleman wears his hair long. That's a girl's thing! Unless you ARE a girl!"

"I am not a girl, you dumb twit!"

"Yes, you-"

"Children!"

The two looked up and smiled sweetly at their mother who was just about at the end of her line. "Yes, mum?"

The woman let out a long sigh ad grabbed the two bickering children by the arm and marched them outside into the busy streets of London. She was going to take Alair to the barber's and if she lived through that, she would take Ceion to the cobbler to fix his shoes up for the coming school year. "Now, " she said, marching her children down the busy and very crowded streets. "You two must behave yourselves as it is the Nanny's day off and I, as much as I love you both, find it very hard to keep both of you in line like Janet does."

Ceion and his brother shared a look. So that is why Janet was around a lot more than their mother.

"Sorry?" Alair asked, peering up at his mother with gentle eyes.

"Accepted." She replied, yanking them both out of the street as a carriage came flying past. "And now, we are here."

Alair glanced up at the sign and began to scream.

Everyone on the street stopped to stare.

The boys' mother sighed and dragged her youngest son inside, still screaming and the other followed, a smug smile on his face.

His neat blonde hair was perfect.

"I hate it! I hate it!" Alair sobbed, wanting to march right back to the barber's and stab him with his own tools. While he was there earlier that day, he never got a chance to as his mother dragged him right back home. "I am never going back to Mr. Todd!"

Ceion sighed from the other side of the washroom door where he was sitting in the hallway. His stupid brother had locked himself inside the moment they returned home which was an hour and a half ago. Their father, not wanting to deal with the silly drama, sent the most sensible son to calm the other."It's not that bad, you know."

"Not bad?! Not-" Alair ripped the mirror off the wall and threw it to the floor to shatter. "There is nothing left!"

"Yes, there is…." Ceion was going to plead innocent of the damage done to the mirror. He knew that for sure. "It is just trimmed up; like it should be."

"No! No! I hate it! I want to die!"

Ceion rolled his eyes. "Over dramatic are we?"

"I am not being dramatic! Give me my hair back an-"

"You cannot sew hair back on, brainless."

Alair did nothing but scream, making Ceion cover his ears with his hands. The sound was nearly deafening and would have continued if their mother did not march into the hallway and pound on the washroom door. "Alair, calm down this instance! Your father cannot read his ne-can you even hear me?"

The screaming only became louder.

Ceion snickered, loving this scene too much. "He must be in there slitting his wrists."

"Ceion!" his mother snapped. "That is not funny in the least!"

"But-"

"Go to your room this instance, young man and no supper!"

Ceion smiled and marched down the hallway to his room, pleased to be free of the job his father had foolishly given him. Besides, his room is where he wanted to be in the first place. He sighed and flopped down on his bed, just wanting the screaming to stop; but Ceion knew his brother too well. He would keep screaming until he finally calmed down which would be a good hour or so.

The next day, Ceion stared down at his brother.

Alair, bless his dear heart, was still sleeping and it were a Monday morning. Now, Ceion was supposed to get himself and Alair ready for school, one of the least easy task on his growing list. "Brother? Are you getting up?"

The lump under the quilt stayed silent.

"You need to go to school." Ceion tried, reaching down to shake his sleeping sibling awake. "Alair, can you-"

"Yes…" His brother muttered, cracking an eye open. "What?"

"Mum says you need to get up to go to school."

"No, no…" Alair rolled over in his bed and closed his eyes again, leaving Ceion with no other choice but to reach over and turn on the Electric Candle on the nightstand. "Ahhh! Ceion! Turn that off!"

"Get up!" He yelled back, not wanting to be late and have to wear the white dunce cap on his head. "Alair! Get up and come to school. Mum is going to be upset if you sleep in!"

"What if I don't want to go?!" Alair screamed, making their parents who were downstairs preparing for the day, wince. "What if I just want to sleep?!"

"You can't just sleep!" Ceion screamed back, just wanting to get on with his life and not have to watch over his brother who was such a pain. "You must get up this instance and-"

"You are not allowed to order me around!"

"Yes, I am! I am your older brother and what I say is the law!"

"Not it's not!" Alair reached over and turned off the bright light and buried himself in the covers again. "I am going to sleep here until I die!"

"Fine!" Ceion grabbed his school bag off the hook by their bedroom door. "Do that! I am leaving." He stormed out of the room and downstairs where he found his mother waiting for him at the bottom of the stairs, a cross look on her face. "What?!"

"Go back upstairs, young man and get your brother." She ordered, pointing in the direction her son came.

"No."

"Do I have to you a spanking?!" His mother cried, not sure why in the world her eldest were so irresponsible. Was it so hard to do such simple tasks? "No? I don't? Good. Go back there and get your brother up."

Ceion wanted to scream at his mother for not understanding it was hardly his fault Alair would not wake, but knew that would make her more upset. "Fine." He turned and marched back up the steps where he found Alair still sleeping. He walked over to the bed and ripped all of the quilts off. "There! Get up!"

"I don't want to get up!" Alair ignored the lack of blankets and continued to try and sleep.

"Mum says, get up!"

"I don't want to!"

"Why not?!"

"I hate my hair!"

"Why?!"

"It's so ugly!" Alair complained, making Ceion roll his eyes. "Can you not understand? I cannot attend school to-"

That was the last straw. Ceion grabbed his brother's arm, dragged him out of bed, and forced him to get ready for school. Because if there was one thing he did not want was for their mother to punish him.

Half and hour later, Ceion was literally having to drag his brother through the crowds of people as Alair seemed to not unable to walk for himself. For some unknown reason… God, why did you give me a brother like this? Why couldn't I have been Daniel's brother? You are not listening to me, are you? I suppose you have no time for a child like myself…

Along the way to school, Ceion's friend, Daniel joined their group with the wrong greeting: "Well, good morning to you two! I see that Alair hair got a trimming. It looks-"

"I hate it!"

Daniel froze.

Ceion rolled his eyes. "Don't mind him…."

"I will refrain…do you need to come over to my house later?"

"Of course, thanks." Ceion was so thankful to have a friend like Daniel who understood how insane his family life was. "I do not know what I would do without you."

"Nothing." The young Irish boy said with a smile. "Now, let us go to school. And Alair, if it makes you feel better, your hair looks like art."

Alair was silent a moment.

And kicked Daniel in the shin.

Author's note: This is why you should never spank your kids. XD Anyhow, thanks for reading! And thank you so much Tsari Torment for the wonderful artwork! I love it! Go read her stories on here!