I'm just going to say... Jack is a pretty decent villain. Enjoy.

The young vampire whined softly, placing what seemed like a work desk down against the wall. He was about 4"2' with a black and white striped shirt, black boots and light black jeans. His hair appeared to be short as bits of it poked out from beneath his black hat, and two red bangs on his forehead.

" Mmm... nah. Move it to the other wall. "

Fatch growled at his bosses inability to make up his mind and picked up the desk again. The desk wasn't heavy, the vampire had supernatural strength. The reason he was so tired consisted of many other reasons. Being over worked was one of them. Once the desk was down for the seemingly billionth time, his boss finally seemed satisfied.

" Alright. Go on home squirt. "

Fatch huffed at the name used and stomped over to the door. This store was seriously beginning to annoy him. Stupid office supply... he was only seven for crying out loud! He shouldn't be working!

The boy dug into his pocket and began counting his money. $102.09... darn it. There was no way they could survive off of that for a week. Charlene was going to be pissed when she heard this. He swore, there was no please in that woman. This was not gonna end well...

" Hey Fatch! "

Fatch gasped and turned around to see Dusk racing up to him. The latter stood a good 6", and wore a black jacket, black boots and white pants. Though he still wore his choker and bracelets, and his hair still stood high. The child smiled at the tall one as he caught up to him.

" Hey Dusk. "

" Hey kid. Heading home? "

Fatch grinned.

" Yeah. Thank goodness for that too. Roger couldn't seem to make up his mind today. "

" That's your boss right? "

Fatch nodded. The two walked silently for a bit, the younger unsure of what he could say to the other. The other was twenty, so there wasn't a whole lot they could talk about. How were they such good friends? Well... Fatch had bumped into Dusk when he was little, and instead of attacking him, Dusk bought him an ice cream. Maybe Dusk could tell how upset he'd been that day... who knows? But either way... it was really cool of him.

Suddenly the fiery pain from last night came rushing back to him, and Fatch let out an accidental moan. Dusk immediately stopped walking and looked at him in concern.

" You ok kid? "

Fatch looked up at the other, putting on a small grin.

" Yeah I'm fine. "

Truth be told... he was actually pretty darn far from fine. But he sure as hell wasn't going to tell him what the real problem was. It was far too embarrassing... Dusk nodded and began to walk away. Fatch sighed and began to rub his rear. That was the main source of pain. Sure it was all over, but it was the worst in back.

" Did you get spanked or somethin'? "

Fatch's cheeks flushed a harsh red hue; that wasn't the reason, but it was actually a pretty good excuse. The boy merely nodded, relived when Dusk dropped the subject. He quickly raced up to the other, instantly stopping his running as the pain didn't want to quit any time soon. He despised this pain. Normal kids didn't have to worry about this type of pain. Hell- normal kids didn't even KNOW about this type of pain! Why did his parents hate him so much? What did he ever do...? He frowned as his house came into view, the thought of what awaited him now terrifying him to the bone. He jumped a little when Dusk placed a hand on his shoulder.

" Are you sure you're ok? "

Fatch exhaled a bit, looking up at the other.

" Yeah Dusk. I'm fine. Really. "

Dusk's eyes suddenly widened upon notice of something just above the younger's eyes. He gently brushed the bangs out of the boys eyes.

" Have your bangs... always been red...? "

Fatch blinked at the others muttering. Why was he talking like it was the worse thing that could happen...?

" You've... never noticed it before? "

He offered, giggling a bit uncomfortably. Dusk shook his head and pulled back, a smile slowly crossing his face.

" Never mind. See you later kiddo. "

And the other took off in a puff of smoke. Fatch simply blinked a few times before heading inside. The minute he got inside, however, he instantly knew things were going to be bad. The house reeked of smoke, alcohol, and... eh... something else he'd rather not think of. The boy turned to the couch and found Charlene fast asleep on the couch in only her undergarments. Fatch could feel his face heating up; remember, he was only eight. Though the red tint in his cheeks disappeared upon seeing all the beer bottles and cigarets on the ground. He sighed and got to work cleaning. There was an upside to this; Charlene wouldn't be beating him today. She was usually the more vicious of the two. Once the vial objects were in the trash, Fatch was about to retreat to his room, only to be stopped by Frost. His dad. The tall white haired vampire was drooling, swaying on his feet, and just all and all looked like crap. It was more than obvious that he was drunk. The child whimpered; Frost was awful when he was drunk. The latter hiccuped and laughed drunkly.

" You know pipsqueak. "

He began, words slurring stupidly.

" Y-you know what I love-? I love *hic* I l-love torturing you. "

Before Fatch could really react, Frost had grabbed his legs and forced him to the ground. And then... he took off his shoes and socks. Fatch raised an eyebrow; why would-? The question was immediately answered when Frost had picked him up and handcuffed his ankles to the old stove top. Fatch froze in complete fear.

" Please... don't... "

He whimpered, but to no avail. Frost had already cranked the stove up as high as it would go.

Within a matter of minutes, the room was filled with the screams of the child, the fire threatening to destroy his ice cold feet. Frost merely grinned, wrapping his purple covered arms around the child, hands freely exploring the boys upper body. Fatch knew this sign all to well. The boy whimpered, ready for the older to give the ultimate torture.

The film cut at that moment, and the creatures wished that they could wipe what they'd just seen from their mind.

You're going to have to really think to get some of my "hints" to the torture Fatch keeps suppressing. R&R!