15thmay, 1990, 23:36pm
Lovino's mother
We knew it would happen at some point, just not so soon. I sit waiting for my lover to finish writing the letter to explain, well everything. What they are, how to control it, who they can trust and who they can't. This letter is theirs and those around them safety.
In the still silence I can hear the scratch of the pen as if scratching a tune in time to my metaphorical heartbeat. The shatter of glass sounds adding to the symphony of sound, like a symbol in a classical band. They're here, they're early than expected, but before I can panic I have to- "I'm done, that should explain to boys what they are," my husband murmurs. Footsteps, broken by the laughter of the innocent, our children, our beautiful twins, can be heard coming up the stairs. I grab the youngest of our five year old twins and speak in the forgotten language.
"Entruder mienda biyen,"I hiss (which translates as "open the room"), using my fangs to transfer the sound to annosus, a language few humans know. The air tight play room, big enough to hold the boy's for 3 days before the air would run out, where we store them when we go to hunt. I place Feliciano inside and turn to collect Lovino to do the same. Just as I reach him the door cracks with a echoing boom. There is no time to place him with his brother. My lover grabs Lovino as I turn around and hiss "closuar ciar biyen." (Close and seal the door.)
Just as the door closes vanishing from sight and looking like an ordinary painting, the door between them and us explodes against the wall. He stands in the door way, his own behind him, matching stakes at hand. I telepathically link to my love, my partner, in preparation to fight. As the link I ask about Lovino and as we vincea, annosus for bond, he shows me Lovino. Then we prepare to fight.
Lovino
I can see the vincea between my parents as I watch from where my father hid me. I see under the bottom of the desk, the golden light visible in the air. My parents once told me I was special because of that. The vincea is invisible to all but those who are not seen. They say it tells my future of what's to come and how powerful I will be. It's my fault we were found. I watch with fasciation as the vincea works how my parents fight in sync never breaking their synchronisation.
Something about him fighting my mother catches my eye, a blackness surrounding him and trail leading away. I followed the trail and only just catch my gasp as I realise where the trail leads and what it is. They have a vincea only; they are dark in soul and mind. They're love is black. I must tell my parents but how? I don't know why I do, maybe it's instinct or maybe it's from watching my parents do it so many times, but I reach out searching feeling my own vincea form with theirs and I show them what I see.
My father sees but cannot acknowledge as he is locked with him. My mother has pulled back having delivered a stunning blow and flicks her eyes to me in amazement. I see him drop a blow on my father and come up behind her and try to warn her. I try to reach her but I have nothing left to connect with. His arm rapes around her side so fast she does not see and strikes. I see her eyes wide and I try with my eyes to tell her I am sorry, sorry that I killed her. I watch in slow as the stake slides out then moves to her neck finishing the kill. I watch her slide to the floor and I know it was my fault that she dies.
A cry pulls my eyes from my mother's as I focus on my father. He falls and I see though his eyes, how and why he fell. He is creating a vincea with me and he is so angry. He shows me the pain he felt when my mother fell and the distraction it cause him. He shows how angry he is that I distracted them both, allowing them to win. He shows me it was my fault. I already knew it was my fault. I am my parent's killer, I murdered my own parents.
I feel a tug on the link and it moritars (dies), before another one replaces it. My gaze connects again with my mother and the same emotions are personified. I reach out myself trying to strengthen the weak connection but a noise distracts us both killing the connection. Footfalls fall on the carpet, loud in the death around me. He reaches above me and I literally stop breathing. Should he bend down now then my parents deaths will be for nothing and then I am to fault. He reaches above me and pulls the papers my father was working on. For ten minutes he reads with me occasionally breathing out and in slowly and quietly. Every sheet he finishes he passes to his own. They finish reading and he reaches in to his pocket and pulls out a box of some sort.
Lovino's mother
The vincea is weak but Lovino thinks it is. My killer reaches in to his pocket and pulls out a box of matches. I watch helpless as he lights each paper and then watches it burn and as the flames reaches his fingers he drops it under the desk. I can feel him stare at the fire and feel just how close the heat is to his face. Then I feel pain, my poor Bambino, it burns, burns his hand and wrist. I feel his fear and I know that he will never be rid of that fear, the fear of what burns. Then suddenly, I can see his eyes again the fire of the last piece of paper lighting them the colour of a tigers. I feel him make a vincea with me and though it he channels what power he has, trying to keep me alive. I try to send it back but I don't have the strength to return the link. So instead I decide to use it I build up my borrowed strength and send it forming another link this time with Feliciano and doubling the link with Lovino sending a power that I had learnt as a reserve in case this happened.
"Dedisco," (forget) I whispered, transmitting and feeling all their memories slip away all except what was human. She used the last of her power to do two things, one to make her children sleep until he had left. Two she unlocked the door that kept Feliciano hidden so that he could get out later. As she felt her life slip away she had three regrets. Her first regret was that she had always threated Lovino as a freak not her son. Her second, that she had not been able to protect lovino from seeing his parents murdered. And the last regret, more of a wish really, was to be able to tell the boys what they were and teach them to control their powers and to make sure that they never go dark. With that wish circling her head she slipped into the ibis of death and was embraced by darkness.
Lovino
The clock strikes quarter to midnight as I start to slip into the blackness of my mind, the power I gave to my mother drained me, along with the dedisco power my mother cast. I can hear the clock above my head chime and I faintly register that it is nearly my birthday though I was too distracted by my parents fading breath. After a while of watching them slowly die he walks towards my father while his lover bent down and places her hand on the wound on my mother's neck coating it in fresh blood. I stifle a horrified gasp as she slowly licks the blood before standing and walking to the door. I hear a faint whisper and he says "they will not last long but I do not have the patience to stay and watch them die. I must find that boy before he gains control of his powers. After they left I sit staring at the blood wishing it wasn't real wish that I could rewind time and prevent this.
I listen hard catching the hitch in father's breath and I know he will die first. The clock stick midnight and an as the last chime sounds my father takes his last breath fixing his hatful eyes on my apologetic ones.
I finally break my gaze from my father as my mother breaths "Feliciano." I almost miss the flick of her eyes as she faintly shifts her body to stare at the hidden room. I almost feel angry with her as she breathes in deeply and does not breathe out again. I know she is gone and the guilt is made worse by the fact that it´s my birthday. Maybe it's a sign of what's to come of what the future will be for me.
That thought plus the guilt I feel for their deaths is my last conscious before my eye slide shut and I watch my memories run through my mind before slipping though my out starched hands as they float away. One thing stays with me as I watch my parents die again in my mind and that is guilt. For some reason the guilt does not leave as the last thought floats away, it seems to intensify. It over takes me before as my dream ends and I see only the blankness of my mind. I know who I am and that I am guilty but that is all I remember as I am swallowed by the darkness.