A/N Alright here's chapter two!

WARNING: Gore and Death in this chapter!

Their Beginnings Chapter 2: Anton

The day had started normally enough for Anton. He had, as usual, woken up as the sun rose snuggled against his father in their cozy nest. They had their usual morning routine of his father cleaning and oiling the scales on his body and tail so they wouldn't crack and bleed as they grew with him. They had a yummy breakfast of panther meat -the silly thing had wandered into the village trying to make a quick snack of Anton yesterday- and as they prepared to go out for the day, his father to make repairs to the roof -the tar was starting to thin around the edges under the leaves- and himself to go and play with his friend Mornon, another lamia close to his own age, perhaps older than him by a year or two. Anton didn't know exactly, only that they were close in age.

The first notable thing that this day wasn't going to be like the others was when Ulrich had come to visit them while they were still eating. This in itself wasn't unusual as Ulrich and his father, Sangue, were brother's in all but blood and always informed eachother when they were leaving the village and when to be expected back. Ulrich had informed them that he would be going hunting that day and would be back in the late afternoon. This was odd since Ulrich had just been hunting a few days ago.

His father pointed this out and the reply was that someone had seemed to take it while he had been at work. His father frowned and shook his head knowing this was the work of a small group of adolescent lamias that couldn't seem to stop themselves from causing everyone trouble. This included stealing food the older creatures had earned from their hunts. With a nod and hug Sangue bid his friend a successful hunting trip, Anton doing the same not a second after his father released the other male.

After that the day had again continued on as normal. Anton and Mornon played by his hut as Sangue sat on the roof, having used their magic's to temporarily change his tail into human legs so he could climb onto the roof and work.

That was the last time things would be normal in the village.

The second odd thing that happened was a loud crack coming from the center of the village which was a large clearing which could fit all the huts and gardens twice over and still have room. Being the curious boys they were Mornon and Anton followed after Anton's father gazing around his once again, scaled tail. There gathered in front of nearly the whole village were a group of humans wearing dark colored clothes and most of them had on skull shaped masks. Another thing Anton noted was that they all held sticks in their hands like weapons, and that the ones in front were not wearing any masks.

He looked up at his father to see him gazing at one figure in particular mistrust clear in his gaze. Following his father's eyes he stared at the oddly dressed human. This one was different in the way that he was able to speak their mother tongue -or rather Parseltongue as he called it- had glowing red eyes, and seemed to radiate power.

With a quiet hiss Sangue ordered both boys back to the hut in the most serious voice either had heard. They stared at eachother for a second before nodding and started back to Anton's hut. Anton quietly noted that many parents seemed to have ordered the same. Not even fifty feet from the group of gathered humans and lamia, screaming started. Unable to help themselves both watched as the Head Elder writhed on the floor as if the blood through out his veins had become liquid fire before becoming still eyes glazed with death as a green light hit him.. The human with red eyes now filled with rage as he yelled to the other humans in a language they could not understand as the adults, still horrified and frozen in shock by their dead Elder's body didn't move away as the humans started to shoot many colored lights from their 'sticks' into the gathered creatures.

Horror filled Anton as he watched those he had known his whole life start to drop in either quick deaths or pain filled ones. He turned and grabbed a frozen Mornon's hand slithering as fast as he could wanting nothing but to get away and hide in the hut as ordered. Since he had been looking foreword he never saw the sickly yellow light hit Mornon's back. He did however hear his gasp of pain and horror.

As he turned Anton witnessed a sight that would haunt him the rest of his life. There was Mornon as he always looked, short black hair tied away from his face, skin a pretty brown tan from playing in the sun, eyes a mischievous filled purple with slit pupils, and a short skirt made of soft hide hiding his 'naughty parts'. The only difference now was that a long cut had appeared on the soft unprotected under belly and the young lamia's entrails were spilling out onto his hands. Anton watched in horror as Mornon's shocked gaze slid from his face down to his spilled insides, and slowly started to try and place them back into his stomach not noticing his or Anton's terrified screaming and crying. But no matter how hard he tried his insides wouldn't stay inside! His movements became more sluggish and his skin paler as more and more blood left him. The last sight Anton had of the boy before his view was blocked by his father's muscular chest was of him falling over onto the ground hands still trying to weakly hold his intestines in.

Sobs wracked the boy as his father slithered away much faster than Anton had been able to aided by both their magics and the adrenaline pumping throughout his body. They made it back to the hut quickly neither registering the fact the screams were slowly dying down or that eyes filled with madness trailed after them.

The two reptilian creature were barely able to bar the door to the hut when it was blown open followed by a single man his eyes full of madness and sadistic glee. Sangue hissed at the intruder ready to launch himself to protect his young son. Before he could do anything the man yelled out some odd language and the bright green light hit the adult lamia's chest, and just like the Elder it stopped moving. Anton stared wide eyed unaware of his renewed screaming as he launched himself at his father's unmoving body. He shook his chest begging him to wake up, but it was no use.

The human that had killed raised his 'stick' once again and this time a steel gray light shot from it as the man turned away not bothering to check if it had hit it's mark.

This was lucky for Anton as he had moved away from most of the spell -which later he learned if it had hit him full on would have slowly and very painfully start to liquefy his brain until there was nothing left and he was dead. Instead the light had only skimmed across his eyes, melting away his ability to see in a still very painful process.

That was how he was left screaming and sobbing into his father's cold body as pain wracked his own never noticing the cracks that signified the humans had taken their leave.

It would be hours later that Ulrich would return to the sight of his entire village brutally murdered, and the son of his best friend, his brother sobbing into the cold body of said man his sightless eyes only gazing up when Ulrich had him in his arms his sobbing renewed, this time though, he was also crying for all that had been lost this day, and neither would know until years later why their village had been the one attacked, why it had been their family's and their friends the ones so brutally murdered in cold blood.

A/N: Hope you all enjoyed!

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'Till next week!