Author's Note:

I'm just going to say I've always wanted to do an insane Otis since he killed Ignatius in protection of Vlad and Eleventh Grade Burns when they went on a hunt~ I just thought it always fit him for some odd reason and I'm just a girl who's really into gore and blood everywhere. So, for a warning, this fanfiction will contain: Blood, insanity, and missing limbs/organs. Mostly this will take place during Eleventh Grade Burns. Usually, the only one that can help Otis with this "beast" is Dorian without the needing of binding.

Enjoy, lovelies~


Prologue.

Vladimir managed to get rid of D'Ablo when he heard his uncle yelp.

"Otis!" He was still pretty broken up with what D'Ablo did to him. The hybrid hissed and darted over to the hall way where Ignatius and Otis were. His mocha pools widened at the sight of his uncle.

"O...Otis...?"

He's never seen his uncle look so...ferocious. Even with how many broken body parts and still recovering over blood loss, Otis looked crazed. The mythology teacher hissed, gripping tightly at his father's wrist. With his head tilted to the side, the blonde smirked. Mustering the strength, Otis picked up Ignatius, slamming him against the wall, enough for the plaster to crack.

Dazed, the raven looked up at his son, glaring, "You're a fool for letting yourself rely on the beast, Otis."

Azure pools blinked before the babe vampire chuckled, "Father," he smirked, face merely inches away from Ignatius' face, "you're the fool for thinking it's a beast. It is nothing...but my true self."

Before being capable of saying anything else, piercing scarlet pools widened at the nails digging into his flesh.

"Now," Otis' smirk never left his face, his eyes upon looking at his father's chest, "Where's that heart of your's, father?"

"Otis..." Ignatius gasped at the fingers gripping against his beating organ. His eyes glanced up at his son before hesitantly looking that his heart.

Licking the blood off his fingers, the blonde hummed softly, looking at his father. "I've warned you, Ignatius." His cobalt blue pools narrowed, "You dare not touch my nephew."

Chocolate orbs widened. Vlad's never...never seen Otis like this. And it was because he was protecting him!

His shoulders trembled. He certainly knew better to not anger his uncle after this. When Henry shouted at him, it drew him away from his uncle. Vlad didn't even want to know what he was planning on doing with the heart.

Seeming to come out of his daze when he heard Henry's voice, the Frenchman looked down. He blinked at his father's corpse. The vital organ still in his hand, crushed now. The blonde frowned, "Sorry, Ignatius." He chuckled hollowly, "Actually...I don't much care either way."


Otis grunted when Nelly swiped his cheek with a napkin. He sighed heavily, looking up at her emerald orbs with desperation and exhaustion.

The nurse obviously ignored his silent protest when she pointed to the bowl, "Eat."

The blonde pouted quietly before huffing. He pursed his lips, looking at the food. He was exhausted and he hasn't had blood since he had a taste of Henry.

When Nelly left, Vlad walked in quietly, looking at his uncle. His wrist was still in a brace. His brown eyes looked at the elder. He whispered quietly into his uncle's head, "Otis, can I...talk to you?"

Azure pools blinked before said vampire looked up at his nephew. He tilted his head to the side, "What is it?"

The Pravus looked at his uncle, sitting at the edge of the bed, since Otis had been bedridden since Nelly saw him. He frowned, "When...we were in Stokerton and...you went to fight with Ignatius..."

Otis' stomach twisted. He swallowed heavily, dropping the spoon next to the food he was forced to eat. His tired sapphire pools looked at his nephew, "What about it...?"

The raven swallowed heavily, looking at the Frenchman, "I...saw what happened."

The outlaw immediately froze. His skin turned paler than what he already was. He looked down, frowning. He gripped tightly onto the bed sheets, giving a shaky sigh, "I wish you didn't..."

Vladimir frowned, "What... Otis, what was that?"

Otis sighed heavily, looking up at his nephew, "When my sanity shrinks with either anger, possessiveness, or lack of blood, a beast within my mind will take over and I won't be in control of my body anymore." He sighed, brushing his bangs back, "That's what you witnessed with my father and myself."

The Pravus looked at his former teacher, frowning, "How long have you dealt with it?"

"Since my first group of slayers. Tomas and I were out numbered, your father was injured and I could only wrap him up with a piece of cloth from my shirt." He smiled weakly, "I was still young and didn't know what to do until the beast came alive. And I probably killed over thirty men that day, not to mention some vampires from trying to settle me... I almost killed your father as well."

Vlad blinked, giving his uncle a terrified look, "Otis..."

"If you tried to stop me, we may not be having this conversation right now... I could care less what Ignatius thinks of me and how I killed him. I gave him a fair warning." Otis chuckled weakly, leaning against the headboard, "That's why I'm glad I've been bedridden, yet I'm not at the same time. When my beast would soon begin to settle, I'd become unconscious and your father and Vikas would have to bind me until they know I'm completely safe to be unbound."

The Frenchman placed a hand on his forehead, "Sometimes I question if I really am a beast when I get to a point where my body's not stable with the monster in me. And I'm so sorry you had to see that."

The raven shook his head, hugging Otis tightly, "It's all right, Otis..."

Sapphire pools blinked. The blonde looked down and nodded. He gently patted his nephew's ebony threads of hair before leaning back against the couch. He smiled, "You should get ready to go out with Meredith tonight."

"But-"

"No buts, Vladimir." The elder smiled, "You need free time from the house. I'll be fine. I just need a well deserved rest."