It was the sound of laughter and pain that awoke him. He opened his blue velvet eyes and listened to the one thing that always brought him down. Laughter.
It was coming from the parlor where Thierry was holding a meeting of Circle Daybreak. His sister Rashel was sure to be there with him, Quinn, her vampire lover. They would be happy and laughing along with the other Daybreak members. There was mercurial Ash and perky Poppy with Ash's cousin James. There would be serious Thea and Eric. Maybe even Delos and Maggie if the rare chance came.
They were laughing.
Would they be laughing about who the cutest movie star was? Would they be laughing about a dark comedy that was showing at the Cineplex? Or maybe they were laughing about poor, forever five year old Timmy.
God how he hated that name.
By all rights he should be almost an adult now with an adult body to go with it. But no, he was Timmy. Little Timmy who had the unfortunate luck to be turned into a vampire right when he was five years old.
He still remembered that day and all the ones that followed. The tearing of flesh, first his own then many others came and went. Humans that could do the one thing Timmy was denied. The right to grow old.
Tears filled his eyes, ran down his face and dampened his coal black hair. Pain filled his heart as more laughter came and faded.
Why couldn't he have had the chance to grow older? Why did he even survive the encounter that made him into a blood-sucking fiend?
He didn't even have that joy anymore. Drinking the blood of those foolish enough to take pity on him didn't give him the endless jollies he once had. In its stead, came guilt for tricking the nice people who came when he cried. Sorrow for the fear he caused them, even though he made up for it by implanting the sweetest of memories.
Nothing could make his existence any less painful as it was when it was first thrust upon him. He longed for death, begged for it. Cursed it for always passing over him.
They laughed again, sending jolts of pain through where his heart belonged.
Loneliness was his greatest enemy, Timmy realized. There weren't many vampire children out there. Those who were still children tended to be demonic little lamias, not sad little made vampires like himself.
I wish I had someone. Timmy cried out silently into the darkness. Someone to share myself with. Someone to talk to when the endless nights became too much.
Tears kept coming as more laughter drifted in. Soon his pillow was damp with sorrow's rain and still it wasn't enough. He squeezed his eyes shut and tried to push his pain aside but more laughter came thus sadness remained.
He hugged his pillow tightly to himself and imagined it was an adult like himself trapped in a child's body. He almost could feel small hands smoothing his moist hair back from his tear-streaked face. Hear a soothing song hummed under their breath as they gently rocked him in their arms.
They would smell of sunshine and crushed dandelions with skin as smooth as ivory but warm like a spring day. They—no she—would tilt his chin up and tell him that she was there. Their lips would touch in a chaste and innocent kiss that children might share. But their eyes would tell another tale.
Timmy could see love, true and bright for all to see behind their childish masks. She would stay with him for all their endless years. She would be there to talk to when the pain became too much. When the world seemed to be happy when he was not. She would be the bright spot in his life.
But that was just a dream.
He was alone in his room at the Nevada mansion of Thierry's. Everyone was laughing below him, each with someone that they loved. Each with their very own soulmate.
And he was alone with the pain inside of him.
Alone…
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