How long has it been? Again he thought. Two years? Can't be. It seems longer than that, much longer. Ten maybe. It would not have to be this way if I just fought harder, if I just lasted a little longer... Maybe... just maybe...

Thrax sat on the couch, gazing with distant eyes at a photograph taken about two years ago. It was his family, with His father Mace, step mother Kellie, who he was never really fond to, his brothers, Diego, Sinbad, Resten, Xelorloss, Demosten... He could almost relive those memories he thought of them so much. The longing to hear their pestering voices, to have them bug him none stop like they use too, was almost too much for him to take. He gazed mostly upon his little sister: Catalina. He felt so guilty, letting her slip through his fingers.

Why didn't I protect her when I could have? He wondered sorrowfully. Why? I was so stupid... this is entirely fault. I could have saved them... I could have...

His mind slipped into his past. So far in, his physical being seemed to be submerged in the event that caused him so much grief, just only two years ago...

*flashback*

It was a desperate battle for survival. He and his family were invaded, attacked. It was a normal every day, his same old pestering brothers, and his loving sister wanting to talk to him. She was so young when it all happened. Only sixteen, a whole life still ahead of her...

Thrax was just sitting up in his old room, doing his usual, thinking about how he can touchier his brothers, how he wishes that his real mother was around, and not this replacement. Their relationship has gotten better, but he won't have that mother-son feeling when he sees her. Only his real mother can have that privilege.

Cat knocked on his door, asking for an entry. Thrax would have more then to willingly let his only sane sibling in, but right now, he just wanted to be alone. All he wanted to do was to be alone, to think.

"Not right now Cat," He told her from his bed. "Maybe in a bit."

"Okay," she said from outside the door, after hearing the soft footsteps retreating, Thrax closed his eyes, and wondered about new ways to take down a body. He was growing tired of the old routine.

Hours passed, and Thrax never uttered a sound. Mace had told him to come down for diner, but Thrax refused the offer politely, and stated he was not hungry. It was midnight by now, the house was abnormally quite. However, he took it to his advantage, and decided to review his journal he had kept at a young age of his life. When he read over the tenth entry, a sudden crash reverberated through the house hold. He ignored it; it was most likely Demosten on another sugar rush. He went back to reading. Flipping another page, there was a scream. It was Cat, and she sounded like she was in major trouble. And usually, Cat dose not scream, not like that. Something had to be wrong.

Throwing the journal across the room, he practically took the door off its hinges getting it open. He darted down the stairs wondering what was happening. Surely, none of his brothers have done anything. They would never dare harm Cat in anyway.

What he saw, was the worst sight he could imagine: Cat was held in the air by her throat, a black figure holding her up. And it was not the only one; about thirty others surrounded him, all of them, ready to kill one of his family members. Thrax recognized them as… Cancer cells.

"Put her down!" Thrax ordered, but the thing ignored him, moving a blood stained hand to Cat's throat. He attacked, pinning down the thing as Cat scattered away. With a demonic cat like hiss, the cancer cell through Thrax off with surprising great strength. Thrax slammed into a wall, having the wind knocked out of him. Mace had through off another cancer cell that held his throat, and attended his youngest son.

"Thrax! You okay?" He asked worriedly, as he helped Thrax up.

"Fine dad," He murmured, more worried about Cat and the rest of them. They all threaten all their lives. "We're going to have to fight," he noted. "Kellie and Cat can't take them off on their own."

Mace nodded, tightening his fists. He looked at the rest of his sons, who were also held back by a cancer cell, each one of them nodded, and waiting for the right time to attack. Seconds passed, and the cancer cell that through Thrax was making his way to Cat again. He started to reach for her when Mace yelled so loudly, it shook the house on its own.

"NOW!!!"

Each of the boys flipped a cancer cell, going after the ones who held cat and Kellie hostage, and took them to safety. There were cancer cells everywhere however, so they would have to do with a corner at the far end of the room.

The black creatures attacked, aiming for each of their necks. They dodged though, but they only jumped again, getting closer. Thrax made the first move, and fired flames at them in an attempt to burn them. No use, it didn't affect them at all. Guess it's the old fashion way, Thrax thought. He punched one of them in the face, actually sending its head back words.

Disturbingly, it laughed in such a devil like way, twisting his head back his with a couple of loud cracks. It lunged at Thrax, but Mace blocked it, taking a good gouge to the stomach. Others piled on him, weighing him down to the floor. Thrax tried to pull them off, but they bit his hands, drawing blood. Diego came to the rescue, then another black demon came from behind him, and jabbed its teeth into his neck, blood pouring out of the wound. Demosten zipped to help, but he had three of them on him already. One of them ripped his arm open, devouring the flesh under his skin. The sound of Demosten's horrid cry of pain, send Thrax into a rampage. Even if he was the most annoying, no one messes with any of his brothers.

"LEAVE HIM BE!!" Thrax shouted, trying to free himself from the cage of hungry beats. Claws pierced into his arms as they tried to take him down.
Torn flesh and agonizing screams filled the air. The strong aroma of blood doused the air. Resten had taken his fall right before Thrax's eyes. One of the cancer cells pinned him down, and slowly, ripped his throat out with its teeth. His eyes became empty as death swept over him. Worse still, Thrax could hear Cat's cries for help.

"NO! GO AWAY! PLEASE!"

"Leave them alone!" Thrax screamed, fighting off the ten or so beasts. He saw Kellie, but not in the way he wanted. She lay on the floor, red liquid oozing out of a large gash in the chest, he mouth filled with dark blood.

"NO!!" Thrax bellowed. "STOP! LEAVE THEM ALONE!!" He managed to get away from the creatures, he tried to fight some cancer cells from harming Sinbad, but he failed at doing so. He was hit in the head so hard, it knocked him out. The last he remembers of that night, was the desperate shouts of Mace due to the loss of his love, Cat's last, and painful cries for help, and the terrible sounds of even more wounds being torn open, and blood dripping to the floor as the cancer cells feasted.

***
The cancer cell did not bother with Thrax. They thought he was dead, and they liked there food fresh. When they left though, Thrax woke up, covered in deep cuts that still bleed, his cloths torn open, and the sudden terror that washed over him.

Everywhere, blood was splattered. Demosten was torn apart; there was no arm or leg attached to him anymore. Resten was no better. His throat was torn open, and it still oozed. Diego and Xelorloss laid next to each other a massacred mess. Sinbad was beyond recognition. Kellie was the same way as he last saw her, but there was nothing in her chest… or anything in her body for that matter. But what struck him the most, was Cat… the body was mutilated, her face showed horror, the last facial expression she had before the thing dug its claws into her lungs.

Thrax collapsed, and held her bloody body in his arms. So many years of learning how to control emotions, to not let them slip, to mask them if necessary did not matter now. He sobbed into Cat's corps, tears mixing in her spilled blood, the blood of a young life... his loving little sister...

"Thrax…" A raspy, week voice choked. Thrax jumped back, seeing it came from his father. He was still alive, but not for long. He was as bad as Kellie, his stomach was torn out, and he was bleeding heavily.

"Dad!" Thrax ran to his aid, kneeling beside him, his hand holding his like a little kid would do to keep their parents from leaving without them. "Don't worry, you'll be okay. You'll be okay…" He tried to keep the tears away, to show his father he was being strong. Mace grinned, which seemed to take a lot of energy.

"You where a good son Thrax," he whispered. "You may have been a pain in the butt, but who isn't…" A final tear escaped Mace's eye. "I am going to miss you…"

"No! DAD!!" Thrax could not do it, the tears flooded his eyes. He lost everyone else; he can't lose his beloved father. The last thing he has. He squeezed his hand tighter, but it did no good, Mace's eyes started to droop, as well as his life.

"Take care…" Where the last things he ever said.

Thrax weeped before his losses: Kellie, his wonderful stepmother, who he should have treated more kindly; Brothers, who he wished he could apologize for all the times he hurt them, and Cat… Poor poor cat…

They were all gone…

*End flashback*

Horrible… Thrax thought. God, I miss them… I really do… why did they leave? Why didn't I fight harder? Why? WHY? WHY!?

Anger filled up; the loath of those cancer cells for killing all that h loved. He through the photograph, at the spot where he hit when he was thrown by that black, heartless demon, and it shattered, just like the lives of his dear family, falling on his knees, once again, giving in to emotions.

Never did he think they would truly be gone. He never thought he would miss his brothers as much as he did now. Or Kellie, how much he would regret losing her, they way he treated her… What he wouldn't do to take it all back… to have them back… to be with his family that would bug him to eat, to be pranked, teased… He remembers wishing that he had a new family, people who would not bug him so much… Now he knows he was wrong, dead wrong.

Tears streamed down his face, seeing the dead face of his father, and his last words: 'Take care.'

Thrax shook his head.

"I-I can't dad…" He whimpered as though he was talking to his dad again. "Not without you… I-I'm sorry! I-I'm s-s-sorry for everything! I'm sorry Kellie! I'm sorry Diego, and Resten and Demosten and Xelorloss and Sinbad and Cat…" He clenched his fists to his eyes, like he was trying to stop the tears. "I miss you guys so much… I love you all and I'm so… sorry…"

He weeped, and cried for them, as he did for the past two years, and probably will keep doing until he meets them when he passes away. Which, could be years to come…

Thrax is not my original character, but the rest is. Besides Cat and Kellie Vampirechick let me use. (I thank her by the way. =D) Anyways, I know I am kinda twisted, but there is still one chap or as I prefer, sequel to be posted.

And if you can, please R&R, I wanna know what you think about the story. Thanks! :)