Can two people who seemingly live in two different worlds find solace in each other? Will their dark secrets draw them together or tear them apart? Both seeking answers to their tortured hearts, but at the end of it all, is it regret or love they find? ~US/Vampire!UK~ M for a reason. Yaoi for latter on. Blood, Violence, Abuse. It will start out kind of dark, but I do not want to write a depressing story. So it will get better. This story is not edited and my grammar is horrid. If you wish to help me with corrections I would love this and will greatly mention you. If anyone has any ideas they would love to see in the story, please feel free to let me know. I am open to all suggestions except char death (unless there is afterlife stuff) or mpreg.
Dark Embrace
Chapter 1
10 Years ago
"Don't worry Mattie. I will come and find you… If you still want me to. They seemed like a nice family; even if they do live in Canada."
"But Alfie, I do not want to leave you all alone" the younger of the twins whined.
"Who knows? Maybe you will finally be happy!" Alfred replied with a magnificent grin.
"B-but I…I am h-happy with you brother." Matthew sniffled out.
The older twin, Alfred knew that adoptions were rare these days for older children and they themselves were already 8. Alfred did not want to separate from his brother, but in his heart he wanted more than anything for his brother to have a chance at a decent life. The adopting parents, a Father who was a brilliant Doctor keen on education and art and the Mother a School Teacher, that no matter how you looked at her she seems like she would be mom of the year. Their warm smiles were contagious and love radiated from them. It was not a façade that they put up. Alfred could always pride himself as a good judge of character. The twin's birth Father an expert poker player, would not teach Alfred poker, but he did teach Alfred how to read people. Alfred scrutinized the couple over many times before giving his consent. The only problem was that they just did not have room for both boys. Alfred, seeing the prospective parents, struggling with the decision between the two. Alfred devised a plan.
Alfred knew what he had to do to ensure that they chose the more deserving of the twins. Mattie went through a lot hell after their parents died. Mind made up, Alfred always made sure to show his ass to the prospective parents. He wanted to make sure that they would better see how charming and perfect his brother Matthew was. With a sigh of relief, after many visits with them he could see in their eyes it was settled. He knew their decision was made. Now his only problem was Matthew.
The overly loving boy was hesitant still. Alfred had come up with a plan. After many painstakingly hours deep in thought, his mind was made up. It would hurt both of them completely, but deep down he knew he had to do it. With a painful tearing in his heart, over the next few weeks Alfred went out of his way to hurt Matthew. If he could, he would make the boy hate him. 'It is for your own good, Matthew.' Alfred repeatedly told himself.
Every chance he had. Alfred would instigate a fight with his younger twin over everything. With Matthew knowing, he would try to get him in trouble with the orphanage and at school all the time. It killed Alfred to do so, but it just made sense that if he could make Mattie hate him so much then he would not regret leaving him behind. (8yr old logic worked that way) Mattie would grow up in a healthy happy environment. Alfred's heart ached with every unearned punishment he inflicted on his brother Mattie. 'It is for Mattie's own good.' Alfred chanted the mantra over and over in his head, as he wished he could tear the painfully beating heart out of his chest.
Two days before Mattie was to be picked up, Alfred found Mattie in the lounge. He was sitting alone silently sobbing to himself.
"WHAT ARE YOU CRYING FOR?" The older twin barked as he looked down at his precious brother with a forced look of hate in cerulean eyes. "You are such a spoiled brat!"
The younger looked up with tears streaking down his cheeks. It took all Alfred's willpower not to wipe those tears away and hug the forlorn boy. Alfred clenched his fist causing his knuckles to whiten at his sides.
"Y-you d-don't really mean it do you? D-do you hate me?" Mattie sobbed pleadingly up into his older brother.
Mattie began to try to reach up and embraces his angry brother. But Alfred shoved him away with too much force.
"WHY CANT YOU LISTEN TO A DAMN WORD I SAY?" With a shuttering intake of air, Alfred reached back with all his might and slapped the only person in the world he loved. The meek boy flew across the floor in a pile of slender limbs and weak sobs. Alfred's heart finally shattered into a million pieces. He had never laid a hand on his brother before.
"I DO NOT EVER WANT TO SEE YOU AGAIN!" Alfred yelled to the tragic form of his reflective image, his brother. With that Alfred ran out the door of the orphanage.
Alfred was quickly greeted with icy rain
"Good. It will wash away all the tears." Alfred rubbed the tear streaks from his face. It was then that he realized he was shivering. He just did not know if it was from the cold or the realization that he was now a monster.
"Mattie is smart kid, he is kind, and he could not hurt a living soul. In Alfred's eyes Mattie was like a reincarnation of an angel sent to grace us on this earth. If anyone in the world deserved happiness it was Mattie."
With one last wipe at the warm tears streaming down his face, Alfred dashed over to the playground. He found his backpack with food, clothes, and some cash that he had stored there with this intention. The broken hearted older brother was not going to return there till he was sure Mattie was gone. Alfred wiped his cheek again. 'This rain sure is salty.' Turning his head he gave a last longing look to the orphanage, specifically to Mattie's window. Alfred then trudged out into the night.
He knew of a bridge not too far from here. He would crash there for as long as he had to. It was slow going in the downpour. But soon he spotted the railroad tracks his first sign he was closer to his destination. Crossing the tracks, that were scattered with shell and weeds. Alfred next spied the hill ahead. This he knew was the next leg of his journey towards his destination. Alfred slowly and carefully climbed the slippery and treacherous slope. Trying his best not to tumble down, Alfred took sure steady steps fighting the torrent falling all around. The young boy who appeared more like a drowned muddy rat found his way to the bridge.
Steadily with relief in his eyes, he was about to enter its welcoming shelter from the storm. Alfred peered underneath it as well as he could in the dark. Suddenly though, the hair on the back of his neck began to prickle. Alfred cautiously drifted back into the nearest shadow, where he could get a better view of his surroundings. He had played enough horror games to know not to ignore this instinct. Quietly he backed himself up against the wall. There he crouched behind some debris. He peered carefully around his surroundings, but saw no one around. A sigh of relief escaped his lips and he began to shake off the nervous feeling, blaming it on his nerves.
Alfred then pulled out his flashlight to get a better view. The youth then guardedly headed under the bridge into his home for the next couple days. What he did not expect was walk directly into the group that now loomed before him. Pipes and chains in hand, the older teen boys seem to melt from the shadows. Their clothing was dirty and thrashed. Several tattoos and piercings adorned their exposed bodies. Alfred's immediate impression of the lot, was these guys were: A. strong, B. mean, C. armed. These guys also were heading straight at him. Alfred's instinct told him to 'RUN' but he could not. He lost all control of his legs. His trembling legs were frozen in place.
"I…I mean no t-trouble." Alfred stuttered as he slowly raised his hands up to his face as a sign of being unarmed. The one who seemed to be the leader of the trio snickered as he slapped a rusted pipe into his open palm.
"Oh? But you have trespassed on our territory kid, and now you must pay the price." Alfred's eyes grew to the size of saucers as he frantically searched his mind for anything to pay these terrorists. He had not but 20$, his clothes and some provisions stashed away in his pack. Alfred slowly ever so slowly tossed his pack to the offending boys. The leader eyes did not follow the pack to the ground. One of the other of the three, a mousy but dexterous teen chewing bubblegum and dressed in black jeans adorned with chains walked over to the parcel and opened it up. He reached in and tossed out Alfred's clothing till he spied the food and cash.
"Seems the kid was running away from Mommy and Daddy" The repulsive teen chucked. "But we have some decent food and a little cash here.
"Now… back to the price I mentioned before." The leader leered at the young boy. A feeling of terror melting with disgust flooded Alfred's every being and that moment turned his stomach. If Alfred was brave enough he would have vomited up his dinner then and there. The trio began to laugh in their own hideous way as they approached in a menacingly to the helpless child. Alfred still could not force himself to run.
'This is the end. I made my brother hate me. I have no family. I have nothing left to live for, but I will not go down without a fight.'
The third teen with cheap liquor on his breath mixed with body odor suddenly came up from behind and grabbed the youth behind the arms and lifted him into the air. A yelp escaped from Alfred as he dangled off the ground. No matter how hard he struggled he could not shake loose from the older offenders grasp. With one last bit of willpower, Alfred slammed his head back with such a force that he had heard the assailant's nose crack. Alfred was unceremoniously thrown to the ground. When the youth had the chance to look up, the three stood over him. Alfred's knee ached as he had landed in it with a crack. With a horrible laughter at poor Alfred expense had made it clear that, his shattered knee was not the last of the pain to come.
The tormentors began kicking the small child. Once or twice they spit on him. Alfred tried to curl into a ball as tear mixed with blood rolled down his face. He covered his head. 'It will be over soon. It will be over soon.' The mantra echoed in this head. One blow of a steel toed boot slammed into the tortured broken boy's head. The world around Alfred began to spin. His vision began to blur and dark spots began to cross his eyes. With the sound of his ribs cracking, Alfred began to slowly sink into what could only be sweet oblivion, but suddenly there was a yell. Alfred was so disoriented that he had no idea if it was himself who made that last pitiable scream. The last thing he felt were cool hands gently clasping his face. All then went black.
I hate to leave you with a cliffhanger. Ahh who am I kidding. I hope I can always get you back for more! I am sorry if the story is too dark, but it is needed. It will not stay dark… well too dark anyways. Please Read and Respond! I need to at least know if I should continue with this story. ~Blessed Be
Thank you Demonic Charm for helping me with the correction! 3
