Ok, I'm not gonna lie. I copied most of this from an earlier chapter. But it was necessary, as its the memory that takes place now. And don't worry. There is more to this one than the one it was copied from. DON'T SKIP THIS CHAPTER! Reading is important! Enjoy! :)

Warning. This chapter may be a little gruesome. I creeped myself out just writing it. -.-'

" Fatch... "

The little vampire whined as he forced his eyes open. He looked up at the figure, realizing almost immediately who it was. He tried his best not to scowl at his brother. His brother had long (and I mean LONG) white hair with crazy black and red bangs. His shirt was black, his pants being a slightly lighter shade of black, and his boots were a seriously dark shade of black. Fatch sighed in clear annoyance.

" What do you want Marco...? "

The older brother flinched at his tone.

" I-it's christmas. We all opened our gifts, and everyone's waiting for you downstairs. "

Fatch sighed and pulled himself out of bed, ushering Marco out the door. Once alone, he headed over to his dresser and pulled on his famous striped shirt, black pants combo on. He didn't even bother with his boots and just left his black toe socks bear.

Before he left, he grabbed his black hat, and pulled all of his hair into it before settling it on his head and heading down stairs. His entire family was sitting on the couch, the girls on one side and the boys on the other.

His dad smiled softly, holding a black wrapped box in his lap. The older vampire had similar attributes as the current day Fatch, except he had red on the tips of his hair and no white. He wore a bright red cape, a black shirt and boots, and white jeans. He was more than likely in his mid thirties.

" Fatch. "

He said with a deep and kind voice.

" Why don't you open your sister's gift first? "

Apparently he meant Midnight. She was one of Fatch's triplets, the other was Marco. Midnight had long, beautiful white hair with black bangs that had red at the base and tip. Her face had place brown freckles at the rim of her nose that gave her an adorable edge. Her dress was black that was torn on the red rim, and had two white bands at her waist. And like most everyone in their family, she also wore black boots, though hers had heels on them. The vampire girl slowly stood up and handed her brother a small box. Fatch looked at her smiling face before opening the package. There was a black belt with a white buckle and a silvery chain attached inside, and Fatch couldn't help but smirk.

" Gave up fighting my fashion choice, huh? "

Midnight giggled.

" Hell no. I just thought it would help keep your pants up. Since you keep shrinking out of them. "

Fatch laughed back as well.

" Well, thanks. "

He then turned to his other sister Katie. This sister was a little special, however, because she was also part werewolf.

No, his mother didn't have an affair. This was a spell. Magic, if you will. Katie was very sickly as a baby, and their parents had been willing to do anything to save her. So his mother had cast a spell on her that healed her, but made her half werewolf. She was six now, but her brain was rather well developed. Her ears and wolf tail were gray with red tips, her hair was exactly half white half black, her bangs were long with red tips that completely covered her left eyes, she wore a white dress with red at the rims and a red ruby necklace hung proudly with her black choker. Her boots were white, and her tights were gray. The were child handed Fatch her tiny box, a fanged grin happily placed on her face. Fatch happily opened it, trying to keep his baby sister happy. Inside was the families orcarina. The white one with the yellow turning... thing... Fatch never really figured out what it was called.

" Mommy said you gots really good at it. "

She said in her adorable little kids voice.

" And she said I's can gives it to you. "

Fatch couldn't help but smile at his sister. He gave her a gently hug.

" Thank you Katie. I love it. "

The girl giggled and then pushed him towards Marco, who shrugged.

" Oh sorry. "

He said, faking sympathy.

" I "forgot" to get you something. "

" Marco! "

Their mother yelled, causing the older triplet to wince back. Fatch merely growled at him before turning to Dusk.

Dusk was the oldest of the children (at the age of 25), and also the strongest. He had hair that was almost like their father's, but it was thicker with white or red tips. He favored a vivid purple shirt, wore loose fitting jeans, black shoes, and a black spiked choker with sweat bands to match. Dusk stood up and walked over to Fatch. When standing next to each other, it was clear there was a massive height difference between the two. Dusk stood a proud 6"4' whilst Fatch was barely boarding 5". The older one knelt down by Fatch and gently pressed the particularly box into his brothers hands.

" Merry christmas kiddo. "

Heh... that was what he loved about Dusk. He may sound tough, but he did love his family. Fatch didnt even hesitate to rip the wrapping paper to shreds. And was he EVER surprised at what was in there. A red guitar, the shape of a battle axe, was all polished up and practically begging to be used. Fatch looked up at Dusk in utter confusion.

" I know you like to play guitar. "

Dusk said in a gentle tone.

" And I figured that with... "

The taller creature looked down in slight sadness before looking back up with a smile re-plastered to his pale face.

" Well anyway. I thought you deserved it. "

Fatch smiled so widely he felt like a Barbie doll for a while. He placed the instrument down, ran forward and hugged his brother.

" Thanks Dusk. "

The older quickly hugged the younger back and gently shoved him over to their mother.

Their mother had glorious long, white hair with red as side bangs. She wore a blue dress with red at the rim, and a red heart across her chest. Her high heeled boots were also blue. Though, her stomach was slightly large as she was 9 months pregnant. She was actually due today. The woman smiled and handed her son the small box. Fatch just had to pull the bow to open the box luckily, and became slightly confused at what he found. Inside, was a black badge, that was in the shape of a cartoon bat (the animal). The woman giggled at her sins confused expression.

" It's enchanted honey. "

She explained.

" It'll keep your temperature nice and cool, even in the hottest of weather. "

" Aw cool! "

Fatch said as practically his whole face lit up.

" Thanks mom! "

" No problem dear. Now go to your father. "

The child walked over to their dad, who chuckled heartily at the boy.

" All right, all right. Here you go. "

Fatch wasted no time opening up the box. Once again he was surprised at what he found. Inside... was the black cape that he proudly wore today. Unbeknownst to himself at the time, Fatch let out a squeal of happiness.

" A cape! "

He exclaimed.

" A cape! A real cape! Oh, thank you daddy! "

The older laughed lightly at the child's enthusiasm.

" Your very welcome. "

* Bang! *

The vampire children shrieked at yet another gun shot. How had the humans managed to get into their house?!

Fatch shuddered. One minute they were opening presents, having a nice time for the first time in the four years they'd been reunited, and then the humans had burst through the door and windows, trying to blow their heads off. The boy didn't even want to look. He feared that if he looked, he'd see his parents and Dusk get shot.

Suddenly, time seemed to stop. The kids heard three loud thumps, and instantly they knew their parents and big brother had been shot. Katie and Midnight began crying, alerting the mortals of their location. One human, a tall white male with green eyes and brown hair, came around and did something completely heartless; he shot the them. Midnight, Marco, and Katie. He shot all of them.

Fatch screamed and attempted to run over to them, when he too felt something pierce him. But it wasn't a bullet, and it wasn't to the head either. It was to his back.

It took him a few seconds to realize it was a knife that pierced him. And another second to realize he was on the ground. His tiny body began to quake at the pain surging throughout his body, hardly able to stay awake any longer.

Then he felt someone remove his hat, letting his long hair hit the ground. Before he could even comprehend what was happening, his hair was cut, giving him the strange hair cut he had today. The human who'd cut it held it up proudly.

" Today, we have won the war! "

And they cheered. Though, they really should've been watching the creature. The child sat on his knees, shaking, not out of pain now, but out of pure rage. He could feel the spell on his hair break, and he knew it was game over. Knew he'd never be the same any more. But at the same time... he didn't care. All he desired ... was revenge. And then, all he could see was red as he had finally let go, and lashed out.

" Fatch seriously couldn't remember what happened. He just remembers seeing red and waking up to see the humans unconscious. "

Jake explains, pausing the video for a few moments.

" But since I love violence, I'll show you what he did. "

Fatch stood up, unnoticed by the humans, and, while one was laughing, stalked over and dug his hand deep into his lower back, grabbing hold of his lower spine, gaining an ear splitting scream out of him before digging a claw into the bone. The others stared in true horror as they saw the child rip his hand straight out of the fallen ones body, grinning in what seemed like pleasure.

" Why you-! "

One of the humans growled, only to get tackled by the crazed creature, and to receive a similar treatment, only through the stomach this time. Fatch grinned and stood up.

" Two down, two to go. "

He said, his voice sounding like that of a demons.

*Bang!*

Fatch pounced up, away from the bullet and tackled the one who'd tried to shoot him. And watching the other squirm with all his might just further excited the boy. He sneered, slamming his foot down on the humans legs with his supernatural strength multiple times, shattering his legs to pieces.

Finally he turned to face the human he'd been waiting to attack. The human that had stabbed him. He was a 6'2" white man with brown hair and auburn eyes. He was shaking so bad it looked like he'd been in a blizzard. Fatch grinned wider, looking directly at his knife. It had strange black markings at the blade, and Fatch instantly knew it to be a demon knife. A knife designed specially for killing demons

Jack shuddered a bit at the sight of the knife.

Now the creature began to approach the human, who backed away until he was at the wall. Fatch now grinned like a mad man, swatting the knife out of the mans hand, pinning him to the wall.

" You knew the consequences of cutting this child's hair, didn't you? "

His voice was now purely the voice of a demon. The voice of the spirit long since dead. This gained more shudders and some whimpers from the human.

" You know, I SHOULD be thanking you. "

Grinning, he grabbed the others neck in a vicious death hold.

" But it would be more fun to rip you apart! "

Unfortunately for the demon, Fatch hated killing, and he knew that he wouldn't be able to kill while Fatch still had a bit of his consciousness there. So he'd have to settle for a simple mauling. With a swift flick of the wrist, the prince flung the mortal to the ground, immediately beginning to kick at his ribs. The sound of the gasping for air were music to the demons ears. He wanted more. How often would he get the chance to freely attack someone? Besides, Fatch was beginning to get control of his body again. Rolling the human onto his stomach, he grinned and took a deep, powerful bite out of his lower spine, literally ripping it out of the mans back.

... It was the screams of agony that got Fatch to completely come to.

Fatch quickly realized there was bone in his mouth, and immediately spat it out. He stared, HORRIFIED at what he was seeing, and kept backing up until he fell back on his rear from something on the ground. Or someone, as he soon discovered. Dusk.

" Dusk! "

Fatch yelled, immediately kneeling beside him. He was afraid to touch him, incase he WAS still alive.

" Dusk please be alright! "

As if on request, Dusk's whole body seemed to twitch a bit, actually tightening up a bit. He groaned, finally opening his eyes.

" F-Fatch... "

That was all he could get out before he began to spit up blood. Fatch cringed a bit at the sound, now realizing he hadn't been shot in the head like his parents had. He'd been shot in a lung. The child carefully rolled his brother over, placing his head on his lap before elevating it so he wouldn't choke.

" Shhh... "

Fatch shushed, stroking his hair gently. He remembered Dusk used to do that for him when he'd had a nightmare and just couldn't get back to sleep afterwards.

" F-Fatch you... "

Dusk choked out, clearly having trouble speaking due to all the blood.

" You should leave here... a-as soon as po-possible... "

" But what about you? "

Fatch whined, feeling his eyes begin to water up. Dusk smirked weakly.

" I-I'm done for bro... but you... you still have a lot of... life le-e-ft to live... "

It was clear Dusk was fading fast. He lifted his hand up to place on the younger's cheek, smiling the best reassuring smile he could muster.

" Promise me... you'll try to l-live your life... And please promise me... promise you won't cry over me... "

Fatch huffed out sadly and placed a hand ontop of his brothers, forcing his tears back.

" I... I promise. "

Dusk smiled widely before finally letting go. Fatch whimpered, lowering his head, refusing to cry. He couldn't. Not because he never cried, but because he'd made a promise to his brother. And he was going to keep it. So he silently mourned over the loss of his family throughout the night, not shedding a tear.

The sun etched its light across the room, leaving one particular shadow from a child burned on the floor.

Fatch sat emotionlessly on the windowsill, watching the sun rise. He had been there since dawn, trying to figure out what he'd do now. Dusk was right; he couldn't stay here long. The humans would find him and kill him as well. He'd made a promise to live, and darn it he was going to keep it!

... But he couldn't go out like this. Too many people would recognize him. To live a good life, he had to remain unnoticeable. And most importantly, never revile his identity.

The prince stood and hopped off the sill. It was time to change. And the first thing was his hair. He silently, and still void of emotion, walked to the bathroom, turning on the tap. Reaching into the cabinets, he brought out a fairly decent bottle of white hair dye. He needed to get rid of the red in his hair. It was the main give away of his identity. Quickly washing in the white, he moved to put it back when his eyes settled on some blue contacts. With a slow blink, he scooped them up.

Once finished, he moved back to his room, digging into his dresser. His outfit was also the give away of his identity. He liked stripes too much. He needed something no one would expect him to where. Finally he settled on one particular outfit, now perfectly held together with the gifts he'd received today. A white, torn, long sleeved shirt, torn black jeans, black shoes with a white bottom, and the gifts. The belt and chain, the bat badge, and the cape. Although, the cape would give away his vampire identity, so he'd have to leave it in his bag.

Of course he needed to pack. But there was one more thing he needed to do. Hide his eyes and fangs. To blend in, he couldn't let people know he was a vampire. So, slowly, he placed the contacts he'd found into his eyes, barely flinching. And finally, he pulled his special fangs into his mouth, out of sight. Vampires don't tend to do this, as their fangs hurt their lower lip, but this was necessary. Looking himself in the mirror, he finally expressed a single emotion. Anger. He despised what he saw in the mirror. He looked human. Huffing, he left to go pack up.

Once finished, he headed to the door, stopping to take one last look at his brother. The prince frowned, realizing his feeling of despair had numbed up to the point where he couldn't feel anymore. He looked down.

" ... A Christmas Day holds promise.

A Christmas Day holds cheer.

A Christmas Day holds family love.

But my Christmas Day held only fear. "

He looked up, a glare settling on his face.

" I've always been pushed around.

I've always been told what to become.

But now none of it matters. For now... "

He looked down at Dusk once more, realizing he felt nothing now. He was tired of feeling. Happiness didn't last. It only lead to new pain. And he was tired of the pain. Feelings only lead to pain. Hate was a spark to keep him from dying. True emotions... were what made him hurt. He was done. Done with feeling. The prince looked up, his face completely void of any trace of emotion.

" ... Now I am numb. "

Finally, the creature set off.

I know this is sad. And a little gory. Sorry, I shocked myself as well. But please continue reading. I promise things will get better.