Chapter 10

1986

Third Person's P.O.V.

Alessia was adjusting well to living with the boys. All of them, except David, were remotely kind to her, especially Dwayne. She remembered one example, when she was having trouble with her sleeping schedule being changed she had wanted a book to read. Dwayne went to a shelf in his corner of the cave and grabbed a book off of it. When he handed it to her and, she read the title, she laughed so hard she almost cried

" Bram Stoker's Dracula, really?!" She asked, exasperated once she calmed down. He looked at her with this strange gleam in his eyes before replying to her.

"Hey, it's a good book! It was actually one of the first ones I read as a vampire." He said, flashing me a small smile, and she beamed at him. She had always wanted to know their pasts.

"Will you tell me about when and how you became a vampire?" She questioned, curious about how all of them came together and when they were turned. But, as they say, curiosity killed the cat.

He grinned a toothy smile, and decided to tell her the story of how he met David, leaving out his true maker. Max didn't want anyone who wasn't a full vampire to learn of his existence because it could be dangerous for him. He didn't even know of Alessia's presence in the cave. That would be dangerous for her.

"Yes, I will tell you, though some of it is a bit graphic, so you've been warned."

Flashback*

1873

As the young Native American watched his village burn to the ground, many emotions ran high in his mind. These things mostly surrounded around how the people, his friends and family, were being slaughtered right in front of his eyes. It was horrific. His sisters, twins, Ayasha and Aiyana, were being taken by the white men. These were the men his father had told him about. They stole, lied, cheated, and killed them and then they would rape their women. He wouldn't stand for it.Giving off a an enormously loud battle cry, the man, Dwayne, named after the Scottish word for dark, ran towards the men struggling to take away his sisters. As he did so, another white devil came up to him and banged him on the head with something hard, presumably steel. All Dwayne could think about was his sisters as he heard their screams begin to fade, along with his vision.

When he woke, he couldn't help but to look around at the destruction. Bodies of men, women, and children were scattered everywhere. The houses of his people were burning, and that was when he saw it. His mother, Kaya, and his father, Bodaway, dead, their throats cut as they laid beside each other.

Kaya's eyes were still wide with fear, but yet, instead of the beautiful cocoa colored eyes that he had often looked into for guidance, they were a dull and muted carob color. Her hand gripping her husband's, and Dwayne was happy that they had at least died together. What he feared was that he would look around, only to find his sisters in the same position as his parents. He didn't, thankfully, but his heart still cried out in anguish at his people, dead. The white men didn't even have enough respect to bury them. They left them there for the animals to pick off of.

Sadly, Dwayne tried to find a place to put as many of his people as he could. It was nightfall before he knew it, and shockingly, he had been able to put them all in the water, letting their bodies float for a bit before they finally began to sink.

Lastly, Dwayne picked up his father's frail body. Bodaway, in his prime, had been a great strong warrior, just as his son, but as he grew older, he decided to help his wife with the children, much to the tribe's dismay. When he became sick, he decided to make the position permanent. When the young man finally reached the water, he continued to walk in it slowly, until he was chest- deep. The warmth of the water surrounded him, but he could feel the temperature dropping as the sun went down. Slowly, he laid his father in the water, and watched him wade for a short amount of time before, finally, sinking into the depths of the lake.

Soon Dwayne had Kaya in the same position, eyes closed, as he held his mother in his arms. He realized that he needed to let her go, and so he did. As he watched her sink into the water he could feel the tears fall from his eyes. That was the last time he saw his parents, and all he could feel was rage.

End of Flashback*

Silence filled the air as Dwayne finished the first part of his story, the human part. Alessia couldn't help but to let sadness and sympathy fill her heart. It was such a sad story, and she knew that Dwayne didn't deserve that. He didn't deserve to lose his family, his tribe. It was horrible.

"So that is the first part of my story." He told her, leaning back into the couch. Alessia nodded, but a question was brewing in her mind.

"Is the second part any better?" she asked, her voice dripping with hope. Hope that the human Dwayne was about to find some happiness once he began the story.

"Somewhat. Some parts are good, some are bad, but I'm here now, and that's all that matters." Dwayne told her, smiling as she was once again ready to pay attention to every word that came out of his mouth.

"Ready?" He asked, and she nodded enthusiastically, ready to hear the other half.

Flashback*

1873

Dwayne, the young Native American man was walking through a forest. He had been lost ever since his tribe had been slaughtered, and his sisters, taken. It was the same night, and Dwayne didn't know what to do, so he just walked, hoping that the Earth would guide him.

While walking cautiously, he peeked through the green trees and seen a horrific sight. A man, so pale and white, that he seemed to glow in the night, along with his hair, was crouching over a body, his lips attached to the man's head. The man, covered in the rusty red color that was blood, was obviously dead, but would occasionally twitch in the mysterious man's arms.

"Monster." His mother had taught him English, and this word was the only one that seemed to fit the man in front of him. After the whisper rolled off his lips, the man's head snapped up, and his face horrified Dwayne.

His features were disfigured, and every part of his face was sharper and more angular. Of course, this wasn't natural, so it frightened the warrior, but what really made Dwayne step back and decide on running was his teeth. His two front teeth were normal, but the three after it, were sharp and pointed, looking menacing in the moonlight.

Dwayne thought about running away, but he figured the demon-man would only chase him, and catch him. He then remembered his mother, his father, and his sisters. He knew that they were probably dead too, and he wanted to be with them. He thought that the least he could do was take this demon with him.

Running towards the evil man, he jumped on him, and the man hissed. Little did Dwayne know, the man, David was letting him fight him. There was no way that a human, even one with Dwayne's physique, could match the strength of a vampire, yet the vampire was intrigued by the Native American's story. He also felt curious. He sensed a ruthlessness in the human, a rage, he had never come across with anyone who wasn't immortal.

Deciding he was going to get to know this human, he flipped the man over and changed his face back to normal."What… are… you?" Dwayne formed the words curiously and scared. He tried to speak English, but it was broken and barely understandable. David, however, had come across natives before, so he was used to the barely recognizable words.

"I, am David. I will not harm you." He told the terrified human, slowly. Dwayne's heart was beating so fast, it started to hurt, and David noticed this.

"I can help you. I can kill the white men." David said, making Dwayne's eyes widen. Of course, he wanted them dead, but he wanted to do it. David heard this thought and nodded.

"I can give you the power to kill them." With that, Dwayne didn't even think twice. He nodded at the man, who just so happened to be the one that was going to help him get revenge.

Standing up, David grabbed Dwayne, helping him to also stand up. As he did, David noticed that Dwayne was a good six or seven inches taller than him. Slowly, David lifted up his wrist to his mouth let his normal teeth shift into fangs. When he felt the change, he bit down into his wrist, hard enough to where blood was flowing out of it.

"Drink." David told the soon-to-be fledgling. Dwayne, at first looked disgusted by the idea of drinking human, well not really human, blood. He had drunk blood before on hunting trips with the tribe, but he had never tasted the blood of a human, let alone a monster such as this.

He was very reluctant at first, making David grow impatient, so he decided to use his persuasion to move things along a little quicker.

"Remember what happened to your family, your entire village. Don't you want to make them pay? We can do it, together." He said to Dwayne's, his voice compelling. The result of which had the Native American man grabbing the wrist, bringing it to his mouth, and gulping down a few mouthfuls. Dwayne started to sway, and his vision began to waiver. David, expecting this reaction, grabbed his shoulders and hauled him up, carrying him into safety as the sun started to rise.

End of Flashback*

"So that's how you were turned?" Alessia interrupted, leading to a nod from Dwayne. Max, however had been the one to give David the orders on carrying him to their shelter. Max, at first didn't want Dwayne to become a vampire, well, until he sensed David's longing to have a brother.

"Yes, it is."

"Did you ever catch the people who destroyed your village?" She asked, concerned that he had never caught the ruthless horrible men.

"Yeah, we did, and they paid, but I also paid a price. I imagine it was for becoming what I am today." Dwayne told her, and as he said it, the light in his eyes flicker before it came back up.

"Do I get to hear it?" She once again questioned. Dwayne grinned slightly and nodded his head before beginning yet again.

Flashback*

1873

The night after Dwayne drank David's blood, he awoke when the sky was black. The only glow was the faint white moonlight. At first, he was worried. He didn't know where he was or who brought him there, but then he started to remember. He remembered everything, and he was ready to kill the people who made him lose his family, and anyone who tried to stopped him.

"Good, you're awake. I think I found the people you were looking for. We can go now, if you prefer." David's voice rang out from the dark room, and Dwayne nodded, getting up, walking out of the shabby house, and following David down an old dirt path.It wasn't long before they came across a small town. Though it may have been small, it was lively, and the white demons were dancing outside. One man, who was extremely drunk, stumbled onto the outside dancing area.

"We killed them darn savages! We tore their village apart. We killed their men, and we took their women!" He cheered, and the rest of the crowd followed. Soon, the cheering got louder as two female were brought out. Rope hung around their necks, connecting them to the man, like a dog on a leash… Ayasha and Aiyana.

Dwayne was livid, but he was also thirsty, so very very thirsty. He couldn't believe the anger and the need to sink his teeth into someone's skin could be so strong.

Finally, David and Dwayne descended down upon the town, causing terror and panic. People were screaming, trying to get away, but they never did. Dwayne ripped them apart. He was so out of control that he finally blacked out.

Not aware of his actions, he ran up to his sister, Aiyana, grabbed her, and sunk his teeth into her neck. This all happened before she could scream or cry out, but that didn't stop Ayashe.

She screamed and cried out for her brother to let her twin go, but he never would. The beast inside wouldn't let him. Finally when he dropped her, he turned to the other. Everything inside of him told him to stop, but the hunger wasn't going to allow it.

As he stalked over to Ayashe, she whimpered, but looked to have accepted her fate. With that, Dwayne took her. He bit her and didn't stop drinking until there was nothing left, and when he came to again, he stayed by their dead bodies waiting to meet his fate, along with the morning's rays.

Exhausted, he fell asleep early, thankfully, so David, once again, carried him to the shelter, ready for his new brother to wake.

End of Flashback*

Silence once again filled the air, but was disrupted by Alessia. She felt such pity towards Dwayne that she couldn't even begin to express it in words. His whole story was like a Greek tragedy.

"Dwayne, I am so so sorry. I never would have asked if I knew." She told him, not knowing what else to say.

"It's okay. I forgave myself a long time ago, and I know that they did as well."

A/N: I hope you sincerely enjoyed this chapter. IT TOOK ME FOREVER TO WRITE!!! As you can see, it is one of my longer ones. It was all for you guys! Please, don't forget to Favorite and Review, guys!!!! It really makes my day.

Ps. I had to edit it again because this app is really messing some stuff up when i try to post things.

-Emily