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A babe who's born with blood mixed with a monsters will be feared no matter what. They'll grow up being condemned for their birth and their parentage when they had no control over it. This is Matthew's life. Abused by two sides who will never accept him till one who walks the line between like him accepts him and offer's Matthew a chance to be with someone who sees's him for more than just a monster, but as all offer's go, theirs's a cost. Is Matthew able to return what is owed? Can he supply the monster Ivan with what is needed or wants?

Ivan was born a hunter, he carries vampire blood in his veins alongside Matthew but Ivan was born with predatory instincts while Matthew was more human-like and weaker. Blood percentage. Those who are blessed have 100% regular blood while those who are vampires, have another type of blood. One that holds elements no one knows. Ivan's blood is 72.7% Vampire and 27.3% human which enables him to be almost as strong as a full-blooded vampire and can tolerate sunlight while Matthew's blood is almost fully human. His blood measurement comes to 8.91% percent vampire and the rest human.

Matthew's problem, is that the percentage of vampire blood only gave him the beauty and a mild need for blood which he can tend to a couple times a week as opposed to needing it at least once a day. This story will not start with Matthew, but rather the tragedy that would bring him to the world.

~ 18 Years ago

A woman screamed in the distance as she ran through her small manor, her night gown flowing behind her as she ran as fast as she could, the pale blue stained with red that had been splattered on her as she watched her lover die, his neck being torn apart by rough vampires.

She hated sleeping next to the window so her lover did for her, he was the easiest to subdue that way when the bed moved and she ran away. She was to scared to stay… to terrified to even try to imagine him still alive… he knew how to kill them but she didn't know if he'd been able to grab the weapon before he took his last breath.

That meant that she'd have to try. She would try to survive for him.

Hiding in a room with an axe, she raised it to ready herself to fight. They both had been vampire hunters, ungifted but skilled. She'd have her revenge she swore as she waited for the monster to find her. She saw shadows under the door as she waited, patiently like a cat in the dark.

The door opened to reveal not the monster, but rather her lover. Pale and dead he stood in front of her smiling, "My love…"

She froze and lowered the blade mumbling, "No…Not you…"

Her mistake was thinking he was still human as he quickly stepped in front of her grabbed the blade before tossing it into the wall. It stuck them. She stepped back but her lover pounced on her, causing them both to fall as she tried to get him back. Their actions only caused her dress to rip and due to her lover's change, he was enticed to her skin. It had always been fair and soft… easy to bleed.

Once was two lovers' in bed where now a monster taking advantage of his new strength and desire on a woman who would have died for him should he asked or given him a child. His body still human enough to ejaculate changing sperm deep into her womb impregnating her as he bit down on her neck to drink.

The only reason for the women's survival was their neighbour having hurt the commotion and headed over to assist, his wife by the door ready to dial 911. He came in and managed to grab the man who fled leaving his love sobbing on the floor, soon to be pregnant with his child.

A child who would be condemned and never loved by humans nor accepted by vampires.

The child who will be tormented by a past he knows nothing about.

A child who desire's nothing else but for someone to cherish and to care about.

The small child who will grow into someone who's beauty is unmatched but never given a chance to shine till one monster takes him in.

Matthew stumbles through the streets, pausing near some people to slide his hand into their bags or pockets when their distracted by lights and sounds from the news story, it was the same thing, a James doe or jane doe wound, drained of blood from multiple bite wounds to the neck and maybe near the gentiles.

He really wanted to sigh as he knew that the media painted the vampires as mindless monsters. He knew that to be false, after all, they were rarely caught and managed to function within society enough to find prey of all sorts. Sometimes the homeless… kids… adults in their homes. But it was still rare for deaths, the vampires knew that it caused havoc and fear so they relied on willing partners.

Yes, there were some individuals who were willing to bleed for the vampires for money or even sex. He blushed as he thought about it, apparently sex with a vampire was supposed to be more amazing then any other partner you could be with. Not like he deserved anyone… oh

The person who he was stealing from had some paper bills that he slides a few out, leaving one or two so then the person would believe to have dropped them as he walked along sliding them into his pocket. He'd check later, once he was far away and couldn't be tired to the man's soon to be panic attack.

Matthew knew enough about vampires considering he was part vampire. Granted, he was mostly human but he still was considered an outsider to humans. He wasn't even 10 % vampire but he was weak and no one wanted him. The few days he went to school were spent in the bathrooms hiding till he could run home to a woman who ignored him. She only ever told him to do chores and to stay away from her while she sipped wine and took pills.

Half the time, Matthew had to find the empty ones and throw them out and call their neighbours if she took too many or sipped more then she could handle.

Checking the bills, Matthew grinned when he had enough to grab a burger and a few water bottles. So, he went to the one spot where he was on friendly terms with the seller. Uncle pops burger stand.

He walked to the stand and gave uncle pop a small closed lips smile, "the cheapest burger and as many bottles of water this will buy please." He said when he stepped to the till.

Pop looked over the till to see him, and sneered, "You again?"

Matthew nodded adjusting the hood of his sweater, "Yes sir." He pulled it up a little so people couldn't see him well as he put the money on the counter and stepped back a little. The man was still cautious of Matthew's small bit of vampire DNA.

He looked at it and input the order into the till and took the money, "Alright, give me a minute." He said as he put the money into the till and took out the small change, "This may buy ya a candy bar if the owner lets you in."

Matthew shrugged as the change was put on the counter and waited till the mans arm was away before reaching over to scoop it up to only put it into the tip jar. He then reached into his pockets to pull out his torn pair of gloves and slide them on, the nights were getting dark and cold again.

"Here ya go, now get!"

Matthew grabbed the bag and quickly left, he knew uncle pop was honest in his work and did in weird way care about Matthew. after all, Matthew learned to count money from him.

Matthew had run from home again, but this time he was too far from home to change his mind, a couple of coins jiggled in his pocket, a few clothes and a comb and toothbrush in his Star Wars backpack. A jacket was his only saving grace from the harsh winds that tried to cut into his skin as he looked for warmth.

The light from uncle pops stop was still lite, and Matthew ran to it. He managed to kneel by the door and huddled close to the little warmth that seeped out as he quietly watched the man counting and writing.

He leaned against the wall trying to warm up before hearing the man shouting, "Get away street rat!"

Jumping in fear, Matthew reached into his pocket and put down a few coins as he reached into the trailer to drop them with a small, "Thank you for the warmth sir!"

He didn't hear the mans response as he ran away pulling at his jacket to zip it up.

The next day he returned to find a small thing of fries out that he didn't touch right away. He didn't run when the man saw him, this time the man simply pushed the fries closer to Matthew who started to eat them, he hadn't eaten in awhile.

"Got a name?"

"Matthew…"

"Have vampire blood in you?"

"…yes…"

"Leave when your done."

Matthew nodded as he hurried up to finish the meal only to leave more coins when he left.

The same thing occurred, this time Matthew asking if the man would teach him about money, the man huffed but nodded, refusing Matthew entry as he grabbed on bill of each and one of each coin to show Matthew.

Knowing the coins, Matthew could quickly learn the bills and thanked the man, it became a routine for them, Matthew coming once a day for food and leaving. The man normally refused to sell to vampires or to let someone get food when they didn't have enough but he let Matthew be. after all, Matthew often left the coins he had for uncle pop in the tip jar.

Matthew awoke to the familiar scent of beer, greasy hamburgers and, ciggerate smoke. He opened his eyes to see his cop walking over to him with an annoyed expression, "You know the drill, get before I have to can you for inappropriate behaviour."

Matthew didn't do anything wrong of course, he merely slept somewhere he shouldn't' have. But he never left the spot without dusting it off before leaving. He quickly did so and scurried off as the cop watched him leave.

It didn't really make sense to Matthew, he was still more human then vampire.

Heading to the washrooms, it was bath time. More like using the sinks and blow dryer to bathe.

The washroom stunk of bile, piss, jizz and many other things that he didn't want to identity. Matthew quickly made sure the wash room was empty before stripping down to nothing as he turned on the tap and quickly started to wash himself down, he used the soup only for his hair and genitals.

He used a few paper towels to dry himself off before using the blow dryer to dry his hair and his old small comb. He had gotten new ones over time, using them for if he could. The dyer was loud and quickly became too hot for Matthew as he let it cool down to comb his hair a little.

With slightly better hearing, Matthew heard footsteps coming to the door so he quickly grabbed his clothes and dressed up, managing to get his pants on but the shirt was another matter. It still hung in his hand when the door opened to see a few drunkards coming in. He grabbed his things and flew into one of the stalls with a out of order sign. His things were literally held up by the shirt as he squatted over the toilet seat hoping they'd leave him alone.

He heard their conversation as they ended up missing the urinals completely, the walls were already stained, it was a downtown restroom that was cleaned maybe once a year. They were talking about how there was a hunter in town.

That almost made Matthew pee himself.

Hunters…Vampire hunters...

Matthew had only heard stories about them, but there were two types of vampire hunters. The hunters and the blood hunters. Human hunter's where those who killed mainly pureblood vampires, and any vampire they find. Of course, pure blood vampires where the hardest to kill…

They were the strongest vampires of all, they were as fast as the wind and lived long lives, they could have children, if it was with another pureblood then the child remained in the statues of pureblood. They were often rich and lived almost like royalty sometimes, they were normal though… some liked to be alone so they lived farther away from people and some liked to social so they lived in the cities.

Hunter's killed any vampire and found it like a sport while Blood hunter's only hunted those who killed while feeding.

Sure, some vampires killed by accident when they fed, they were punished for that death but if it was truly an accident, the punishment was, while sever, not death. However, there were some vampires that killed for pleasure.

Blood hunter's hunted down the evil vampires. They were better, or so Matthew heard.

Because he was so isolated from the humans around him, and never knew another vampire, Matthew could only guess by roumers and from what he understood. Was this hunter one who would kill him for fun or let him be?

Matthew's thoughts were interrupted when his foot slipped off the seat and onto the floor, thankfully not into the toilet, the water wasn't clear…

The conversation paused outside as Matthew heard foot steps coming closer before the door was pushed open to reveal a small group of men who eyes Matthew. One had a greying beard with crow's feet along his eyes. He was the closet to Matthew.

Two of them were filthy and looked like they may have been roughhousing before finding Matthew.

The fifth one looked like he was a perverted man, he smelt like one to.

Matthew eyed them holding his shirt and few belongings, he hoped they backed off… The perverted smelling man grinned, "Oi boys,"

Matthew paled and wanted to barf at his voice, it sounded sick and there was a hint of lust that Matthew feared.

"Looks like a vampire chick."

The responses ranged from what no, to what's a girl doing here and but theirs's no boobs.

Sighing, Matthew glares at them, "I'm not a girl now let me pass." He brings his other foot down and holds his things close to his chest as he steps forward only for the pervert man to step in his way with a smirk and a blush.

"Aw, but we could use some company."

"Then find company with each other, and let me pass." Matthew let his eyes flash in warning, his normal pale lavender eyes flashed to a strong dark blue. His senses heightened, even if he only had 1% vampire blood he'd still be able to fight but he was still weak compared to those with more vampiric blood.

Two of the men moved back in fear, they were the smart ones. The other two, the perverted on and the old man stayed where they were. They laughed at Matthew, "is the little vampire going to bite us? I'm sure theirs's better uses for that pretty mouth."

Matthew was truly afraid now, he didn't want to have to attack and hurt them… he was a good person. He wasn't like the rogue vampires who killed. He didn't have blood on his hands and he didn't want any at all. He could show people that vampires weren't evil…

Maybe he wouldn't be feared anymore… or be afraid but here he was. Trapped in a grungy bathroom stall and possibly assaulted by two drunk men. And now he had to make a choice, one that would mist likely end with his realization that he was never going to be anything, that he was worth nothing in this world that ate up the weak like pudding.

Matthew had to choose whether to allow these men to take their own twisted pleasure in his body or to kill them.

Glaring, Matthew gave another warning hiss, that was promptly ignored as the men came closer to Matthew who was still in need of his shirt. Fear caused Matthew to black out, his vampire instincts kicking in to aid him in his dilemma.

The event that followed would lead to a journey that Matthew may not be ready for as he flees his sin and crime.