AN. Hi and welcome! This is my new fanfic, and I hope you enjoy it.
Warning this one chapter is pretty gory. If you don't like the though of blood then this probably is not the fanfic for you, at all.
Well that's all. Have fun!
Aurel Vãudva -Romania 13 at the begining 16 at the end
Andrei Vãudva- Moldova 6
Al (Alfred Jones)- America 16
Mattie/Matt (Matthew Williams)- Canada 16
And the hoy is 2P Moldova. (Sorry if he is very un2p like.) 6
Aurel stood in front of the cabin. The door was open, but the insides were dark, and Aurel could already smell the stale air as it silently crept out of its source.
"Are you sure we are allowed in there Aurel?" Andrei Vãudva, Aurels little brother, asked.
"Of course we are. It's not like this place is owned by anyone."
"Yea, but Moma said to stay away from the cabin like all the other kids. She said we would get hurt." Andrei whimpered.
"Yea, but mom also said that if we ate to much ice cream we would get fat. So who are you going to listen to. Me the one who knows such simple logic as how much ice cream you can really eat or mom who says everything is bad?" Aurel asked. He knew mom was right about that. Every thirteen year old knew that, but his six year old brother didn't so this was the perfect trap.
Andrei froze for a second as he thought about his brothers question. He knew Moma only wanted the best for them, but at the same time Aurel was right. She did say eating to much ice cream was bad for you.
" I guess if you say so big brother." Andrei said in a small voice as he looked up at the spooky house. For once he actually questions his brothers intelligence, but at the same time his brother was seven years older than him so what did he know. Aurel gave one big and victorious smile as he walked towards the cabin.
"Then lets go already."
The inside of the place didn't give any different of a feeling of the comforts of this little place than the outside did. In fact it made the place even more spooky. Unlike outside everything was dark, and dusty. Not even three feet in Aurel had to grab Andrei's hand to make sure he was still there. Slowly the two boys venture deeper into the house not knowing what to expect next, but after about five minutes Aurel was sure they had seen all they would see.
"This is boring lets go back." Aurel complained, and in not even a second Andrei quickly agreed with him. The two turned around and started to walk. Aurel Walked ,and walked ,and walked, but got no were. After ten minutes of walking Aurel was sure that they were lost in the small little house, or at least a house that appeared to be small on the outside.
"Andrei do you know the way out?" Aurel asked not turning his head to his brother. Even if he had turned his head he wouldn't be able to see anything. It was just to dark. Aurel waited a minuets for his reply, but only silence followed. Quickly he squeezed his hand to make sure that he was still there. All the fear that had been flowing through him quickly found a stopping point as he felt his hand in his.
"Okay Andrei stop playing games. Now do you know the way out?" Silence followed just like last time.
Now Aurel turned his head. His eyes had adjusted enough to at least see a faint outline, right? Nope. His efforts were in vain. Nothing. Aurel could see nothing.
"Andrei?" Silence followed.
"Are you still there?"
"If this is a prank its not funny"
Aurel was now crying. He was afraid of the silence that followed his every word. He didn't know if that meant he had lost Andrei, or Andrei was playing a prank. Aurel held onto his brothers hand, or whatever it was. It was the only thing that made his feel safe, and that was how it stayed for a while as Aurel cried.
"you know" said Andrei, as whatever was in Aurel's had slipped out. "I have a brother too,"
Wait too. Aurel mental freaked. What did Andrei mean by too.
"but I wont ever see him after today. In fact I think ill never see again. It is the same as your brother. I'm sorry, but you will never see your brother again."
Before Aurel could process what was going on the lights in the room had turned on. Aurel stayed frozen for a second. Partly because of shock, and partly because of fear. In the middle of the room stood someone that had Andrei's physical appearance, but had blond hair, and red eyes. Surrounding, and covering the boy was a crimson liquid, that anyone could name at sight.
It was blood that covered him, and it was the blood that Andrei feared most. Gathering up all the courage he could Aurel confronted the boy in front of him."What... d... did you...d...do to my...brother."
The young boy pointed up, and Aurels head followed. Something he would regret for the rest of his life. On the celling laid his brother. Blood slowly dropping down his one arm that reached towards the ground, and his eyes just like they were right before he died. Wide, and in pain. His chest had a wooden stake through it, along with the the three limbs attached to the celling. Blood all over everything.
Quickly Aurel looked down. Even more tears then he though possable trailed down his cheek.
"I didn't want to do it" Said the Andrei look alike, as he pulled out another stake. " , but we were going to die in a year anyways. My brother said that it was to late for me, and even though he hates me he started crying so it must be true!"
The boy was now crying, but this was a diffent cry then Aurels. His crying was over the fact that he didnt want to die. His crying was over a selfish act. Even though Aurel would cry if he found out he would die to. He felt no guilt to killing Andrei, and that's what made him a monster. No that was not what made him a monster. He was a monster already, before he killed Aurels brother...
"It would have been the most painful death. I was just saving him from that." The boy now held up the stake so it was facing towards his own chest, causing Aurels heart to stop. B
ut even if he was a monster. He was only a kid who belived he was helping someone, so why was he going to do it? Why did he do it to Andrei? Even if it was the most painful year. That was still one year that could have been the best.
"I just wanted us to die happy." The boy said leting out on final sod before he drove the stake twoards his chest, and said his final words . "and that we did."
Three years later
Aurel didn't really care about this upcoming party that was tonight. Sure it was Halloween, but that didn't make it the day that his friends could decide what he did for himself.
" Mattie your right. If Aurel had red eyes he could totally pull of the vampire look." Aurel sighed. Yep today was just not his day.
"I really don't want to go." Aurel tried to convince Al, but one the American had something planned nothing could change it.
"Your going and that's final. The Hero always needs a sidekick, and Mattie just can't be here this time. Besides Matt has his vampire outfit from last year you can use." Aurel gave up. Al was never gonna crack.
"And..." Said a soft voice that was quickly disrupted by the bell. Once again Matthew Williams had been forgotten.
Al quickly dragged Aurel to his car, ans threw the him in. Then he jumped in, and started the car before Aurel had the chance to escape.
"I hate you sometimes." Aurel said with a sigh as he watched the school pass. This was going to be a long night
Moma is mom, but I decided that because Andrei is little he should miss pronounce it.
Hi! So how did you like my chapter? Good I hope. Btw this will be something that I update whenever I finish the chapter. No regular updates. I say this because of school. I may update once a week, and then skip a month I apolagize in advance.
Please reveiw! Don't be afraid to correct me, and I don't care how rude it sounds. I realize that I am a newish author, and that I have made many mistakes. If it is grammar or spelling I don't care. Heck it could even be punctuation. Please don't tell me to reread. I will never get better if I read over something I think is right. Thank you in advance.
Also not every chapter will be this gory.
Well that is all I have to say. I hope you read the next chapters, and please reveiw! Trust me even the smallest reveiw puts a smile on us writers face's.
-Cya